Speechless Sunday: Cat Doesn't Want His Home to Sell

First of all you need to understand when I was 13 years old,  I was mauled by a feral cat.  After helping milk the cows I saw a cat in the barn, knelt down and called it, and it lunged at me, sinking his claws and fangs  into my arm and holding on for dear life.  A hired hand, Joby, heard my screams and he came running around the corner, the cat let go and ran off.  Oh yes, I had several stitches, and to this day, I have a fear of cats.

Last Sunday, I entered a home with three children and two adult females, and was confronted by a 20 pound Maine Coon cat, and he was not at all friendly, and obviously didn't want his home sold.

It was very stressful for me, since he hissed and followed us in and out of every room.  But then when coming down the steps, the cat stood in front of us refused to move.  The Buyer, who was in front of me and was the owner of a cat, took her leg and lightly shook it and the cat lunged at her!  Eventually, we all got down the steps safely, but I was on the verge of an anxiety attack.  -- I was speechless, and trust me, that doesn't happen often.

All turned out well.  The Buyer made an offer and it was accepted, but I sent my husband back with the Buyers for the contractor to come through on Thursday – they encountered the same problem!  This is a photo of Fritz taken by my husband -- Joe said the cat "puffed up."

At a listing appointment this afternoon, the Seller met me at the door and said to be careful not to let the cats (four of THEM) out!  They were all rescues, and the kindest, sweetest cats you would ever want to see.  For the first time since I was 13, I was actually at ease and continued the presentation, without hesitation, with one sitting on my lap.

Dogs are still number one in my book!