Last summer I received a call from a lady who wanted to lease her home. I normally do not get involved in leasing homes. I usually sell luxury homes. Or I sell apartment buildings, office buildings, and shopping centers. But she was a friend, and I wanted to help her.

I listed the property for lease and immediately was flooded with calls and applications.
She told me she had a cat that has never been outside, and I must not leave the door open in case it runs outside. There are a lot of coyotes all over these coastal hills, and at times enjoy eating the unsupervised plump cats of the portly and indulgent. But this lady was very responsible and made sure her cat did not get out and become a meal.

I had just finished showing the home when I saw that the door was left wide open. Then I saw a cat walk past the large window. My heart stopped for a moment, and I ran outside and through the bushes in my suit and tie to capture the cat. I cornered the cat several times, but it put up a fight. It was clawing and scratching making scary baby sounds. I finally grabbed it by its legs as it tried desperately to bite me, and I literally threw into the house and slammed the door shut as it disappeared into the home.

I was sweating and relieved that I had captured the damn cat. Then, I heard a deep growl coming from a cat under the couch. I got down on my knees and saw the real cat that lived in the house starring back at me. I got the wrong cat!
Now I had to chase the other cat once more, capture it, and threw it outside.

Cats are very acrobatic. This cat bounced off walls in the kitchen, dining room table, bathroom, etc. I finally trapped the cat in a closet and the struggle ensued as it was making creepy human baby screams. It clawed, hissed, and attempted to bite me. I finally grabbed the cat by its legs using a towel to protect me from the bites and flung the cat outside and shut the door.
I leased the home out and the lady asked me how the showing went and if her cat gave her any trouble. I responded, “It went great and no issues with your cat…” I didn’t tell her about the other cat until later. She couldn’t stop laughing. I didn’t laugh.