Today Hotter and I met our landlord at the library to discuss some repairs he'll be making to the house and some communication issues we've had (which boiled down to the telephone game with bonus language barrier). It was a pleasant conversation, much more so than I had anticipated (the landlord's wife is a bit of a shrew and while he has always been super-nice, her most recent visit left us worried), and two very funny things happened. One I won't be sharing on here out of respect for the landlord, but the other I think is okay to talk about, and that is that it came up that the landlord and his wife were both scared of our dogs. Hotter and I were confused by this, because they have never seen either of our dogs except when the dogs are crated or on a cable, and the landlord used to pet Isis sometimes. When the landlord said he'd appreciate it if we didn't let the hairless dogs crawl on him when he's looking at things that need repair the penny dropped, however, and we realized he meant the cats. "Those are cats!" I exclaimed, in shock. Our landlord is a brilliant man; English isn't his strong suit but the guy has a PhD and while I realize Sphynx cats are very unusual-looking, I don't think they look anything like dogs. "Bald animals...?" he asked, clearly skeptical. I showed him a photo on my phone of the cats and confirmed that those were the animals in question. "Yes, those are cats. I have allergies, so we have bald cats." He took a second look and gave a little shake of his head. I think maybe he thinks we're the ones who can't tell the difference between cats and dogs.
So yes, it was a very pleasant and productive meeting, but I still don't think the guy left fully convinced that we owned any cats, although we agreed to lock the animals in question up if he needs to come over.