I fired back without holding back, "Nicole Porter, it seems like your entire family is just a pack of mad dogs. If you can't afford rabies shots, I'll pay for them!

"First of all, I'm not getting rid of my cat, and I'm going to bring all the strays into my home. I'll be walking my cats right in front of your door every day just to piss you off! Second, I'm allergic to wretches, so I suggest you all move out. Otherwise, just looking at you people will ruin my health!

"Since we're neighbors, let's forget the money. All you need to do is come over every day and prostrate at my door, wishing me a long life. That's the only way I'll let you all survive living across from me!"

Nicole's family almost lost it. They spammed the group with insults like "vixen" and "tramp" and sent both voice messages and long texts, as if I'd dug up their family's graves.

But I didn't care what they were sending. I just replied with a "Wow, so impressive" meme.

Seeing Nicole fall apart like that almost had me in stitches. This was better than having a virtual pet!

I tossed my phone onto the bed, then went downstairs to collect all the stray cats.

Since the people across from me were essentially animals, they might abuse these small creatures. I figured I'd better find foster homes for these poor kitties for their safety.

"Little ones, you'll stay with me until I can find you a good home."

Stinko, seeing a bunch of unfamiliar cats suddenly in the house, was so mad it started yowling. I was about to scoop it up for a big cuddle when my phone rang.

"Hello, is this Ms. Bella Martin, the owner of unit 401 in building C5? I'm the property manager, Elliot Thornton. We've received a complaint from the owner of unit 402. They say your cats make too much noise at night and are disturbing the pregnant lady in their house. They'd like you to remove the cats."

I didn't even hesitate to fire back, saying, "Oh, so we do have a property manager? The homeowner's group chat is blowing up, and you haven't even bothered to keep the peace! And unit 402 has the nerve to complain about me? I haven't even complained about their illegal behavior!"

"Well, Ms. Martin, our neighborhood doesn't allow pets. Your actions are in violation of the rules."

Something didn't sit right with me. If the neighborhood had such unreasonable residents, the property management should've ignored them. Why were they suddenly siding with them and trying to lecture me?

But asking me to get rid of my cats? No way!

I snapped back, "What violation? When I moved in, no one told me I couldn't have pets! Now you're bringing this up after the fact? I've been paying my fees without causing any trouble, and you have the nerve to lecture me? You've got to be kidding!"

Elliot sighed deeply. "Look, Ms. Martin, it's important to keep things peaceful with your neighbors. I'm just relaying unit 402's concerns. Please don't take it personally. We'll never resolve anything if you act like this—"

"The problem isn't with me, so why should I have to solve it?" I interrupted, my patience thinning. "I've had my cat for years. It's vaccinated, has all its papers, and it's neutered. It has never caused any noise at night! If unit 402 can't stand it, they can move out or leave this world for good!"

With that, I hung up. Dang it! Did they think I was some kind of pushover?

I was really curious to see what tricks they'd try next.