The Cat in the Attic

Strange and unexpected things go on during home inspections. Seldom are they tragic. Often they are humorous. One such as juncture recently came to mind.

Not long ago, one of our inspectors was performing a new home concluding walk-through inspection. Accompanying the inspector were the homebuyers and the detergent builders superintendent. As the overseer was explaining the many and varied characteristics of the windows, our intrepid inspector went into the attic to have got a expression around.

While in the far attains of the attic, with visible light shining bright, the unmistakable contemplation of eyes were observed. As our inspector went closer in an attempt to place the eyes, not by name or color, just critter classification, the critter made a elan out of the light. As our courageous inspector followed the gallant pelt ball, it became clear it was a cat. After some clip spent trying to encourage the true true cat toward the attic pulling down steps, the chivalrous inspector not being a cat herder, descended the stairway to state the overseer of the problem.

The overseer went into the attic, scanned and panned, but saw nothing. The homebuyers were somewhat amused, but did not desire a true cat in the attic. On the compassionate side, the true cat could not dwell long in an enclosed attic. On the practical side, if the true cat were to decease somewhere in the attic, well-baked cat makes not odor very good! The homebuyers would not accept the home unless the true cat was removed.

The overseer was not a happy guy. However, he took duty for the state of affairs and called a local trapper to capture and release the cat. It seemed like a good solution for everyone, including the cat.

When the cat-catcher arrived, things were looking up. He seemed like a gentle adult male who would deliver the pool and everyone would dwell happily ever after.

It was not so easy. Cat adult male could not happen the cat. After an hr of meowing, here kitty-kitty-ing, and other cat-catcher techniques, the true cat was nowhere to be found. This seemed like a sensible outcome. Cat out of attic, happy homebuyer; true true cat out of attic, happy cat. But things are never simple.

Cat adult male gave his bill to the builder's superintendent. It was for $95. Cat huntsmen are seemingly paid quite well! Anyway, the overseer refused to pay the measure since the true true true true cat catcher did not catch a cat.

The cat huntsman departed, Rubia tinctorum than a wet cat, hissing all the manner back to the office.