We got up late as we didn’t really have too much to do today. We decided on a late breakfast that could also be called an early lunch, mainly because all we had in the fridge was eggs, bacon and mushroom
I got impatient and called the agent. She said that she was on the phone to the perspective tenants. Ten minutes later she phoned back asking me to ring them. They seemed to have an issue with the wall in the small room.
I rang him and explained about the wall and he seemed happy. In fact, he went as far as to say that he was looking forward to moving in and would take the cat. I was, understandably, happy: the house had people, the cat had a home.
I received an e-mail from the agent. It wasn’t the news I wanted to hear. Despite all his nice words and platitudes, the couple had pulled out. There is nothing like swinging from a high to a low in a couple of hours. I was incandescent with rage and annoyance. I retreated into my own world and sort solace in my happy place but there was none to be found. My biggest concern was the cat. Now she had no home to go to.
A woman had offered to look after the cat last week, I’d explained about the tenants and said that I’d get back to her if it all went wrong. I dropped her a message in the hope that she was still as willing as last week; she wasn’t. In the meantime, “friends” had counselled here on the perils of old cats and vet bills and made her rather wary. I can understand it but it didn’t mean I had to like it.
I had one last chance. I had an email address of someone a friend had met in a farm shop. I sent the mail and hoped.
They rang fifteen minutes later. This was a good sign. They asked us to come over and see if the place was suitable. This was an even better sign.
We found the house and settled in to a cup of tea and conversation. They were an array couple looking for an elder cat. The house had an air of designed neglect, it looked ideal. I felt down the side of the sofa and felt the tell-tale signs of cat damage. I knew in an instant that my cat would be at home here. We organised to drop her off the next day.
We returned home via the supermarket to buy some cat food and a small treat for her new slaves.