I was holding a condo open for an associate of mine last Sunday on California Street. Great Nob Hill studio. It needs a little upgrading in the kitchen and bath, but loads of closet space and a very cool hideaway bed, which I will get to in a minute.
It was a busy open house. With the weather improving, people LUUV to look at real estate. So, I was doing my thing, showing off the large walk-in closet (which is very important to have in a studio), walking potential buyers through the common areas and highlighting the 20+ ft floor to ceiling windows overlooking the lush garden (cue Vanna arm motion, right to left), when I realized...between tours...that the cat was missing.
In a panic I retraced my steps. I decided to keep the door open because it pulled a nice breeze through the condo and the seller thought it would be a nice idea too. And sure, it was open while people were milling about, but during the slow moments the cat and I would sit quietly, together, in the chair reading about Grafarc in San Francisco Magazine. He liked me...why would he run away? "Oh my god the cat is missing!" was screaming in my head over and over, and then I started laughing...hysterically. The open house was already over. I had just a few minutes before the Seller said she would return. I can't believe I lost the cat! I'm a cat person for goodness sake!
Then, I swung away from the windows where only seconds before I was staring down into the garden (could he be outside??), and looked at the hideaway bed. "Kitty?" I whispered softly.
I was bragging about this super cool bed all day. It was my favorite part of the whole studio, really. The living room was sunken, meaning you took two steps down from the main hallway and kitchen to the living room. So, someone came up with the bright idea to put the bed underneath the kitchen floor. By activating a simple remote control, the bed comes sliding out of a faux shelving unit. It's like Murphy bed, only tucked under the kitchen floor. Brilliant.
So, I ran over to the bed, grabbed the kitty toy and with just a few desperate urgings, the kitty came running out. I was so happy to see that cat I almost cried.