Even though pets aren't allowed, my cat loves to look out the window so much, so I try to lift him up to the window when no one is outside and let him look.

We just moved out of an apartment, into a motel where no pets are allowed. I swear I would've found a pet friendly apartment or hotel around, but when you have two weeks to move out, you tend to find the cheapest and quickest option. I think I'm hiding him well, and he is such a respectful and quiet cat. I love him so much. He is doing so much better, considering he's been through so much.

I know I'm kind of a bad person for hiding a cat when there are people with allergies, but times are tough right now. I'm working a minimum wage job and a man convinced me to move 1000 miles away to a place where I knew no one. No one but him. He convinced me I was being weird for making friends, connections. He didn't have to convince me much on cutting ties with my family though, they did that on their own. Not much to look back on when you're getting abused in your childhood home and your first real relationship says, "Hey, maybe they're not rooting for you.". He ended up treating me 10x worse in the end. As well as my cat. He gave us hell for three years.

I feel bad knowing my cat had more room to play, could be loud when playing, and I didn't have to sacrifice my food sometimes to make sure he ate when we lived with my ex. (Even though I would choose my cat eating over me everytime if I had to.) I had to leave though. My health was declining and so was my cat's, so when he told me to leave, after years of discouraging me to save money, doubting my plans, forcing me to be in an open relationship, verbal and physical abuse, making me feel bad for having needs, and just reducing me to an egg shell walking mess, I had no choice but to move to a place where the "rent" is the cheapest in town and I could barely afford.

My cat loves to look out the window. Everyday I feel terrible knowing he wants to go outside, and I can't let him be seen by other tenants or we'll both be homeless. Luckily, he is such a strong and smart cat and he almost never meows, so we get away with it. But, sometimes, when it's late, I pick him up and let him look out the window, and he instantly looks like he's full of energy again and happy, and it makes me tear up a little knowing that I'm trying my hardest to make sure we get out of here and into a real place of our own. In due time, though. I just gotta keep going. I'm hoping I don't stay at this place for too long though. I hear screaming and banging on the walls of this place at night and I get a little scared sometimes, and there's water damage in the floors, and the fridge doesn't exactly work the way it's supposed to, but at least I have a bed to sleep in, running water, and a great companion by my side. I just gotta keep going.