I was doing an inspection on a large house out in the country. Nice house, the inspection was moving along at a good pace.  I had worked my way around the exterior of the house and through the roof and garage and headed indoors.  The house was occupied and in the spirit of helping the owners had put their cat in the first-floor office with the doors closed and a note that said, “cat in study”. Well cats are not large dogs ready to chew on you so in I went. The office was a standard wood paneled office, but with the addition of lower and upper cabinets with a counter running around three sides of the office. I need to test the plugs that are installed at intervals along the counter. The cat is a large grey cat, sitting on the counter, growling. Being the intelligent person that I am I decide not to pet the cat and start at the outlets at the other end of the three-wall counter system away from the cat. The cat sprints around the counter, I test the plug and pull back as the cat attempts to scratch me, now really growling. The rest of the plug inspection is running back and forth to the plug that is farthest away from the cat, testing it, cat running and trying to kill me. Finish the plugs, quickly note the other stuff in the room and retreat before the cat launches itself off the counter.

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