So this client and I were looking at older homes in the Goosetown area of Iowa City and the listing agency didn't let me know about a certain cat in the house. We opened up the door and this black cat scurried right out the front door across minor traffic to the other side of the street. Now, I'm not a great cat person-I don't know how to handle them & don't understand how they operate. My pet experience comes from from two rather obese pugs which require little exercise and extremely easy to catch while on the loose.
I looked at my client-thinking to myself-how the hell am I going to catch this thing? We went across the street and started calling out to the cat to come back to the property. I finally came close enough to the escapee...close enough to grab it's tail and attempt to real it in for the rescue. Cats don't like the tail-grabbing I soon found out & Blackjack turned it's head and gave me the old showing of the teeth. Release the cat! I did and it walked further & further away from me. Finally, my client lured Blackjack in with the charm of a seasoned cat owner and after 25 minutes or so, we finally had the cat back in the home. Alright.
We went through the house and I thanked my client for the rescue mission. We finished up the showing and as we were leaving-and I breathing a huge sigh of relief-we noticed the cat door attached to another door...a door that the fuzzball could have been using the entire time for escape. I am an idiot.