mgbinspect Posted January 21, 2010 Report Share Posted January 21, 2010 On my evening inspection of a lovely 3600 SF foreclosure home, I mentioned to the buyer and agent that I kept catching subtle whiffs of cat spray. "I don't smell anything." the agent said. The home buyer said, "I catch it every now and then too." So, we're all subconsciously keeping an eye and nose out for the source of the cat markings. And, I kept checking myself as well because the smell kept coming up in random spots with no visual signs. Finally, about 3/4 of the way through the inspection, I noticed two little spots about the size of a silver dollar on my sweatshirt on the underside of my out of shape belly. Dang it! I hate that! Must have laid in it in the crawl space. So much for stopping for dinner on the way home. My sweat shirt was actually beginning to crust by the end of the inspection. Disgusting! [:-yuck] Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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