Crunch Time

Okay, here we are, down to the wire. Bottom of the ninth, 10 seconds left on the shotclock and 3 more yards to a first down. This jumbling of sports references is to mark the very last two weeks until we have to move out of this apartment.
As it is with most things, I have procrastinated. Quite a bit. I probably could've found a place within the first week of June if I wanted to. But now, the pickin's will be slim, because of the dreaded Return of the College Students all the old people that live in the east end worry about all year long.
I can see their problem now. Umpteen campus mites parade in any given fall semester, swoop down with their big bags of money, and wrestle homeowners to the ground with their demands of cheap-rented apartments. Then they trip the elderly and steal the medicine, because robots use it as fuel.
So, if any residents out there can hear my voice, this is an S.O.S. to any sane landlords in Duluth that wish to rent a three-bedroom place(possibly a duplex) to a few slacker townies with full-time jobs for less than $800 per month(ideally). Hopefully pets are okay(please?), since there is a mild-mannered neutered male, whose full-time job, it seems, is to sometimes lay on the floor, or perhaps lay on a bed. Or even sit on the couch, as a rebel cat would.
I realize that this is probably a shot in the dark(loud noise, no one sees where it's coming from), but I'm desperate. Drop me a line?

Herph