A real estate agent colleague had a viewing in a pretty old flat in need of renovation. The owner, an elderly lady with a fondness for cats, had expressly insisted that "Fifi", her beloved cat, was not allowed to escape outside during the viewing under any circumstances.
The day of the tour:
The estate agent turned up on time, the owner disappeared into the night room and the first prospective buyers entered the flat. Just as the estate agent was about to advertise the cosy kitchen, a hairy figure suddenly shot through the door into the stairwell like an arrow - Fifi had seized his chance!
The estate agent, visibly panicked, left the prospective buyers standing there for a moment and sprinted after the cat. The four-legged friend was quick, ran down the stairs and turned into the cellar. The estate agent followed him into the darkness, stumbled over a crate and finally stood in front of Fifi - triumphantly holding the animal in his arms.
When he came back upstairs, the interested parties looked at him, slightly irritated. "It's all right, I've rescued the cat!" he said, out of breath. But the real shock came when the owner stepped out of the room and asked in bewilderment: "What cat? Fifi is sleeping here on the sofa!"
The estate agent looked at the animal in his arms - a completely strange, scrawny cat with shaggy fur and a look on his face that literally seemed to say "Where have I landed?". It turned out to be a neighbour's cat who regularly roamed the stairwell.
Conclusion: The estate agent not only had a wild chase behind him, but also an involuntary "meet & greet" with the neighbours.
The interested parties found the story so entertaining that they even made a purchase offer at the end - but only on the condition that Fifi (the real one) remained present for the viewing.
This turned an ordinary flat viewing into an unforgettable story that showed me once again that the magic of property lies not only in the four walls, but also in the people who breathe life into them.
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