I’ve been meaning to write about this for a couple of weeks now, but April was truly a busy month with real estate activity. There was one day in particular that stood out as being rather unique. I was working with a young couple, who like me, have a few pets at home, and who generally appreciate animals. The hunt was on for a particular type of home at a certain price point, which had us touring homes for sale in neighbourhoods all over Toronto. Our fifth stop of the day was a home near Corso Italia that had been vacant for a little while. There were a couple of cats prowling around the property, which didn't seem that abnormal. However, upon venturing into the garage we discovered a litter of very hungry kittens, and an adult cat that needed immediate care. We knew that we had to do something, so we rounded up the kittens and sick cat, put them in my car, and bought some cat food for them at the corner store. The other cats on the property were too feral to be handled, though they did appear to be reasonably healthy.
Off to the Toronto Humane Society** we went, where I knew the kittens and adult cat would be treated well by the caring staff and volunteers. En route I decided that I would keep one of the kittens, a wispy-haired female tortoiseshell who seemed to enjoy being next to me while I drove. When we went to bring her siblings into the Humane Society, we could only find four kittens in the car, even though my clients and I were pretty sure there were five kittens total. It was decided that we would return to the property the next day to look again, and so we continued on with our showings (with Lindsay, my new kitten, coming along for the ride). Three more showings and one successful offer later, Lindsay and I were finally able to come home and rest for the evening.
The next morning, duty called and I had to dash to a meeting to look at offers for a home that one of my other clients was selling. Upon getting in my car, I heard a gentle squeaky meow coming from somewhere in the vehicle. Sure enough, the fifth kitten had been hiding himself in a dark crevice under my seat. Fortunately, upon recounting this story at the office where I was meeting my client, one of the staff members expressed interest in taking the stowaway, and immediately called her boyfriend to come and bring their new kitten home.
I guess I should now update my profile to say that not only will I help you find your dream home, but I might also help find a home for the occasional stray kitten along the way.
** Before bringing an animal to the Toronto Humane Society, it is best to contact them first, or at least review their admission guidelines. They rely heavily on donations to be able to provide care for animals in need, so please consider supporting them in their efforts by clicking here.