Pets

Call it the nesting instinct from hell, a rabid desire for land to call my own, or a great way to procrastinate, my tiny apartment is home to much more than just my husband and I. Currently my two bedroom apartment houses a roommate, two slightly chubby cats, a Beta named George, 11 different herbs, fruit trees, and house plants, as well as a colony of earth worms. The relationship between all of these pets, is a little like a juggling act combined with a game of rock paper scissors.
George lives on the top shelf of a book case, that the cats are strongly discouraged from taking interest in. The roommate has mostly banned the cats from his bedroom, due to their feindish desire to knock things over (specifically the play station). The worms are tucked under the kitchen counter, where the younger cat has taken a liking to sleeping. (I'm yet to decide if this hurts the worms, or may be unhealthy for the cat.)
Lastly, the plants have taken over 2.5 window sills and have generated a rather fetching substitution to curtains.
One of the most important things I've learned from my flora and fauna experience has been to add new items slowly. Each plant has its own requirements, and adding too many of them at once, has led to more than one plant fatality. Lastly, when you have cats around, high shelves are your friend.