Rabbits in the news again

My apartment manager is a jackass. We got a nasty letter today saying that he had been receiving complaints about the noise the bunnies were making and my housemate has to cage them immediately or "we will pursue eviction". Let me point out that:

• we'd never received any communication from him, our upstairs neighbours, or our downstairs neighbour about this before (the neighbours didn't have a clue where it was coming from; the manager suspected mice and then when nothing was trapped, he decided it was the rabbits)
• he knew she had rabbits when we all moved in and he didn't send her the "pet addendum" to the lease at the time
• said pet addendum says nothing about having to cage pets
• he hasn't done anything to ascertain that the noise is the rabbits' fault, beyond the neighbours' accounts that it's coming from her corner of the building.
• PLUS he came into our apartment today without giving 24 hours' notice, or any bloody notice, for that matter.

My room is next to hers and I can hear the hamsters running around their squeaky exercise wheel at night, and I can hear her murmuring to the rabbits, but certainly nothing of the sort of "tapping noise at 3 a.m." that the downstairs lady described.

*rolls eyes* One thing that bugs me somewhat is that when I initially asked my housemate if she'd heard anything in the way of complaints from the landlord or the neighbours before, she said no and added "...unless you or SN (our other housemate) complained..." I find it irritating that she thought - granted, me and SN had never met her before August - that she could think we would be so malicious as to go and complain to the manager about a domestic issue without talking to her first - and go on deceptively acting as if we like the bunnies at the same time. SN and I have always been affectionate or at least benign towards them.

Now she's talking about looking for a new place and calling the gas people. I still think this manager is a paper tiger, a show-off bully, and if he acts unreasonably, we should talk to the actual landlords about it. Given her already-nervous disposition, I think having to deal with finding a new place and having to move in the middle of everything would really screw her up, so we ought to take action. SN and I would be supportive. But she's moping and desperate now. It's like living with Eeyore. (Actually, it was always like living with Eeyore, especially around exam time.)

This is a really badly written entry and breaking my rule of thumb about not writing about personal matters, but I'm really irate about all of them.