Real Estate Inspection

I don't have any pets - at least I didn't have any.

That is until a cat wandered into my life - hungry and cold.

I fed it, it stayed. The cat lives under the house and only comes out at meal times and for a short visit in the evening. Those visits are getting longer, however.

The real estate agent does an inspection once every 6 months. It was today! So I rushed home from work.

I took the kitty litter out to the garage. I put it's plate and bowl in the sink and covered them with dishes. I spotted the washed cat food can on the sideboard and put it out for recycling. I was pretty pleased with myself until I spotted the scratching post in the hallway.

"Ah," I said to myself, "it is those types of mistakes that bring you undone! This cat is nervous about people; it is relying on me to keep looking after it!"

One last circuit of the house to check that it is cat evidence free, and there is a knock at the front door.

I open it with a cheery grin, that quickly becomes strained, as I see the Real Estate Agent standing there. Beside her is the cat!

She says, "do you want the cat inside?"

"What cat?" I want to say.

A feeble "yes" is all I manage.

We went through the whole inspection and at the end she said "nice cat."

I said, "It'll be the death of me!"

Inspection passed.