During the negotiations for our new house we were concerned about drainage. The owner offered to walk us over the property and explain the system he had in place. The realtor was unable to accompany us but warned us, within an inch of our lives, not to agree to anything because in a flush of goodwill we might make some costly mistake and have no legal recourse.
Then I decided I didn't want to go and talk about pipes and would be sending the mild mannered, absent minded professor on his own. This was too much for the realtor who immediately changed her plans. "I should be there", she said, "I can't have him agreeing to anything." What was I thinking! I've had thirty years to develop my spidey senses and he still slips stuff past me.
So now we are the proud owners of a cat. He has lived on the property all his life and the owners were worried he wouldn't move well.
I like cats. Now the deed is done I will enjoy him. Who am I to say he is an old cat and it is us who will now incur old cat vet bills.
So far he doesn't think much of us. The look says it all.