The first day we moved in, a scrawny little cat was following me around everywhere. He was very skinny, and I felt badly for him. I started buying him cat food and putting it out for him. Stupid me! All 8 wild cats that live in our hood came out and were eating it, so the little cat wasn't getting any. So then I started bringing him in the house so he could actually eat the food. He got to know our schedule, and when we'd be home, and he always came to the door to wait for us. Bret made him a bed, and when it was really cold, we'd let him hang out in the house for a few hours. Thomas really liked him. We named him Gepetto, and I thought we might actually claim him for our own even though Thomas and I are allergic to him, and we don't even really like cats! He grew on us. He got fat and happy and his hair puffed up like a chow chow! He is quite possibly the funniest looking cat I have ever seen.
Long story short, the landlord's grandkids asked to come in our yard one day (sometimes their toys end up over the fence), so I let them in. They grabbed Gepetto right in front of my face and left! Gepetto came back the next day, though, so I just thought they had wanted to play with him. The next day, the landlord, his son, and the two grandkids came back. The landlord kept saying something about the gatto and the bambini, so I let them in the yard and they took the cat again! This time, however, he hasn't come back, and we are pretty sure he is now living with the grandkids. We hope they are taking care of the little bugger. Mind you, there is no shortage of cats to feed! Gepetto's brother Giuseppe is now the chosen cat except he howls when Bret brings him in the house! He is definitely not a people kind of cat like Gepetto was (is). In homage to the piccolo gatto, I dug up a cute picture of him and thought I'd post.
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