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Guess where the keys are? Oh fie, they are... A call midafternoon, right around 13:30 I would guess, let me know that the deal has recorded. The keys, ask I. In the house, it is unlocked. My broker wishes to bring a gift, so I wait for him. Wanting to go get the keys, check the place over, take a minor load with me, and make sure everything is tight, as it looks like it is going to rain... storm. After greetings and the gifts, which I will review shortly, I grab some food at McDonalds and nearly speed to my place.
I do not think anything would be amiss, not here. Or at least that is a minor concern. Rain is dominant, as for safety and security. Well, except that the looseness of how this, and everything about this deal, has been played touches something primal in me. I really do expect professionalism. And, for the most part, I offer it. In any case, all was well. Though there was one final surprise. A cat.
As I had said, every time I drove by the place leading up to the sale, I saw a cat in the window. I did not see her in the window this time. However, upon entering the residence, there was an unmistakable odor and then a cautious "meow?". Never to worry, though I did not know if this was an oversight or intended situation, or whether she was where she would have to be. I found a note indicating that the owners had tried to find her a home but had failed. There was almost a plea to take her in, an indication that she is a good mouser, and a bit more saying that if I did not want her, they would come and pick her up. I suspect her fate would not be good should that last occur. No, she has a home. In time she may even get a little sister, I prefer female cats. She is a splendid creature as well. I hope she is as pleased as I am?
Arriving back in Logan, I realize moving this afternoon would be difficult. It will most certainly rain, probably sooner than not, and rather heavily if the looks of things are to be believed. I spoke with my host and hostess, and they are not worried at all. The Mrs. would like me to make way in the refrigerator, first thing, should I have a working refrigerator, which I do. So, that will be first on my list tomorrow. Then I will pick up the trailer, which I must call and cancel for the today. The Mr. suggested he has a sturdy, industrial by the sound of it, dolly. So I will not need to buy one. And, he has suggested he will help with some of the larger items. The only thing that is heavy at all is the dresser. Though the queen sized bed and a few other pieces would be clumsy to do solo.
But the boxes are mine. I wish to move everything out of here first, then load boxes over, saving the heavier pieces and maybe some filler boxes to spare my help's back and time. It may take two days to get moved in. That is as far ahead as I can think, at the moment. At least I do not immediately need a refrigerator, washer, and dryer as I had thought I might. That saves time, money, effort, and scheduling difficulties. Ugh, but utilities, internet, mail... So much so fast, too much. It will get done. Ugh...
They left the keys IN the house and did not hand them to you personally?
ReplyDeleteHow strange.
But, it worked out well and now you are really, truly on your way, Mr. Home Owner d:-)
Complete with a cat! cool!
Congratulations, Doom.
A most excellent housewarming gift!
ReplyDeleteI'm sure some might not think so, but I know you intended cats anyway.
Jean,
ReplyDeleteThank you, thank you. It is so good. This is the first place no one can really simply take away. I am pretty sure the bank doesn't want it back, at all!
All of this deal has been weird. I think there were two parts. The V.A. truly was looking for a way out. Maybe they did not like my credit rating, perhaps they didn't like the house, maybe both, perhaps other things. And the owners, though they needed and wanted to sell logically, were both unprepared to do what it took and where emotionally attached to the house. There may have been other things, but those are my guess as to the problems.
D.C.,
Yes, and such a wonderful critter. She won me over quickly. I think she is still wondering where "Mom" and "Dad" are though. I don't think "Mom" liked her, at all. I heard a couple of quips regarding the cat, and some venom that only women can inject into quips. She will have a fine friend, as fine as I can be. They did leave a really nice toy area for her, a carpeted, toyed up, two-story (cat storied), contraption for her to play in, around, and enjoy.
It will never quite feel as empty with her around, though I need to find out what her name is. I had planned to wait before getting a cat, to get settled and be ready, but for some cats and through fate, this will do as well. Pictures will be in the offing soon.
All my cats but one were "fate" cats. They came to me when they did and I adopted them. The most startling was Jasmine. When my late cat Moonbeam was elderly and dying, I said to myself that I would get a small siamese female when she finally left me.
ReplyDeleteWithin a month after she died, a neighbor called me over to ask if I was missing a cat, because there was a small siamese kitten hiding in his cactus.
She was very sick and malnourished, but a quick trip to the emergency vet and a couple weeks of TLC and she sprang back. She's been my blue-eyed beauty ever since.
Has your cat got food/water available while you are busy moving? Out here in the desert, there just isn't enough "game" to keep a cat fed 100%, even if she is a good mouser when they are available.
I wouldn't be too surprised if her "questions" revolve around food.
No, I checked on food and water immediately. It looks like she had plenty of food. Her water was out but the bathrooms were open to her. Still, I got her fresh water, and will be getting her milk a few times a week soon. I might even share very small amounts of my sardines. I have no extra sardines, but I could be cajoled into sharing a bit. Her litter box was pretty messy, so I sorted that out.
ReplyDeleteIt really seemed that she missed people. She needed to be with me the whole time, and really enjoyed being petted, spoken with, and itchy scratchied. Such a gentle and petite little one too. She is a darling and only half knows it.
Actually, I tricked her into a room, so that I could get some stuff carried in without having to worry about her getting out (though this does not seem to be a problem with her as I am finding out, but didn't know then). She must have gotten upset and she regurgitated some food. I suspect she was afraid she would be left there because afterward she had no problems with illness.
So, I am suspecting she was mostly lonely. In a few days, she will have someone there more or less full time. In the interim she will be well fed, watered, and have her litter box managed well.
Ha, fate cats. Can they be anything else? I like that story, a lot. Did she know, somehow, where to be? Did you "advertise" and she heard to some degree. Who knows?
You want to know?
ReplyDelete(caution, crazy cat man ahead...)
I believe that Moonbeam sent her. She knew what I wanted, after all.