The Neighborly Cat

So far, Fabrizio has managed to meet almost all of our neighbors. We usually let him out at 5:30 a.m., and he strays across the street and meows at our neighbors' front doors. Thankfully, two neighbors have brought him back concerned that he got out by accident. They were also probably annoyed with the noise. I tell them, "He's an indoor/outdoor cat, but not by my choice. Thanks for bringing him home and I hope he didn't wake you."

So, it's true: My dreams of having an indoor cat were shattered when the boys decided that Fabrizio needed to be an outdoor cat. Sergio calls him "A warrior" and Paolo swears he was an outdoor cat already. Basically they couldn't deal with the meow-noise.

I drove to Petsmart, in tears, the night the boys decided Fabrizio's fate and purchased him a cute Seattle Mariners name tag. I am glad I did. Last night I felt a little better after talking to the neighbor boys. They told me how he has made a lot of friends and how he comes over every night to say hello. They love him and I have realized he is just a neighborly cat.