Just had a serious freak-out...

It's Sunday and I was enjoying the silence.  But I reminded myself that I do have things to do and errands to run - and that working at home means actually staying at home and working during the weekdays.  So I finally motivated myself to load my trash bag into my old-lady cart and headed out the door for my weekly Publix bean run.  I turned around to lock the door behind me and when I grabbed the handle of my cart to drag it to the car, there was an orange tiger cat lying on the walk outside my door.  "Peter!" I said, rather loudly in a panicked tone.  "You can't come outside!"  And I abandoned my trash-filled cart and handbag to chase (that is a term used loosely here) the cat down the sidewalk and around the building.  He wouldn't stop for me and I kept trying to grab his tail - or something! - to corral this runaway feline.  I almost had him when I happened to get a good look at his butt.  That's when I realized that this orange tiger cat wasn't Peter at all.  I should know because I've been checking Pete's nether regions for a week to make sure he's healing properly from his big boy operation.  Not that I ususally make a habit of looking at cat butts, but after checking out this one, I was relieved to know that this rather well-endowed cat wasn't my sweet little Petey.