The joys of urban neighbours

With the craziness of housing prices everywhere, we settled on a neighbourhood that hadn't quite yet become "desirable." While the adjacent 'hoods are gentrified and rather pricey, it's safe to say we won't be getting a Starbucks anytime soon.

I kind of like the pace of our urban home. There's no pressure to be hip, and the working class, multicultural neighbours are friendly and approachable. They also tend to make things around here rather colourful.

No one loves this urban atmosphere more than our cat, Scout. Our sexy feline is true to her nature -- loyal to no one. She goes out often and it's not uncommon to hear she's been in someone else's house. We've come to accept the fact that we have to share her, but it wasn't always so easy.

Across the street, a Christian charity houses men who vary from nice refugees waiting to get a proper foothold in this country, to sketchy, but harmless alcoholics. It wasn't long after we moved in, that I had my first visit from the latter.

"Hi, um... I'm Jeff," the gin-breathed man was holding our dear cat by the scruff. "Your cat was in my house and uh... I just wanted to make sure she got across the street OK." I cuddled my whoring cat and muttered, "Thanks."

That was not the last of Jeff. A few nights later, he came by again. "Hi, um, I'm Jeff. Just wanted to let you know that your cat is asleep on my bed. How late will you be up? I'll bring her by, say, oh, about 9?" I closed the door and shook my head in disbelief. Was it me, or was that weird?

The drunkard's behaviour grew increasingly bizarre, until one day he was greeted by my husband. "Uh, hi. I'm Jeff. I was just wondering if Scouty wanted to come over for a bit?" Oh dear. This man was clearly trying to date our furry little girl. Needless to say, my husband was having none of it.

"I don't think that's a good idea bud. She's happy here, with us," my normally sweet husband sternly answered.

That was the last time Jeff crossed the street to come to our door. He's since moved away, only to be replaced by another odd character, who is constantly trying to sell us something. Thankfully, though he also seems fond of our dear kitty, the new guy has made no attempts to court her so far.

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AdviceMama Says:
Start by teaching him that it is safe to do so.