Earlier this afternoon I was showing some houses to clients of mine. They are great clients and it's fun touring around with them. The houses we are looking at fall under the "cosy" category.
We entered one particular house and were greeted by three rather young cats who started nuzzling around our legs as we walked through the house. Not a problem, this is quite common, they seemed nice enough.
When we were leaving the house I encountered a problem that I run into often enough. I forgot where I put the lockbox cover (I'm smart enough to leave the key in the door so I don't misplace that - experience is a good teacher). So, me being me, I took the key out of the doorlock and embarked on my search for the missing lockbox cover. I told my clients to go look around the backyard for a minute or two.
Well, it didn't take me all that long to find the cover (I usually leave it near the entrance), but wouldn't you know it, as soon as I open the door to leave, one of the cats makes a dash for freedom. I close the door quickly to start the chase.
After a bit of coaxing and tut tut tutting I managed to get the fiesty devil cat into my arms where he proceeded to wrestle around and hiss all the while shredding my jacket. The bugger was like a writhing ball of sinew, teeth, muscles and claws. The entire neighbourhood must have thought I was trying to strangle the little thing (which I wasn't yet).
I managed to get back to the door with the little hellion and guess what? It's locked. Smooth move ex-lax. Now I have to hang on to this devil with one hand and fish around in my pocket with the other praying to the Lord above that the key is in there. Sweat began to bead on my forehead.
I could imagine the conversation I would be having with the listing agent.
Hi Mike, it's Malcolm from Century 21 here.
Oh, hi Malcolm, how did today's showing go?
Oh, not bad, my clients quite liked the house, the kitchen's nice.
Sorry what was that, I can't hear you, there's some noise in the background.
It's a cat. I have a cat in my car, ummmmm, do you have a spare key for the house.
Could you speak a bit more clearly, there seems to be a loud hissing noise.
It's a cat. Oww, stop that. Ummmmmm, I need a spare key, I a.. haha.. managed to lock the key in there.
What, you're bringing an offer?
No, I'm probably just going to bring you a cat. Are you at your office now.
Great, looking forward to it, my clients will be happy to see something in writing then. Ciao for now. Click.
Fortunately for me there was a window that was open a crack around the side of the house, and after throwing gently depositing the cat back inside the house I managed to rectify the whole lockbox cover and key situation much to the amusement of my clients who had probably never seen such an agile real estate agent before.
I always have always known that I'm a dog person, I need no further proof.