How Not to Meet the New Neighbors


One day last week, my ordinarily uneventful walk to the mailbox and back turned into an embarrassing ordeal. Max, who many of you have heard from before, apparently decided it was time to create some mischief and make the walk a little more exciting. I took the mail out of the box and then looked down where he’s usually sitting at my feet looking up at me. Only this time, he wasn’t there. Or anywhere that I could see.

As I looked around in a panic, I spotted his black behind slinking into a neighbor’s garage.

Max, I yelled. Max! Max! Max!

He was having none of it.

This reminded me of the disaster which occurred when we first moved to Florida. Max got out one day and we couldn’t find him anywhere. Several hours later, he appeared at the back door and was greeted with a lecture about how he scared his parents to death. He just looked at me, rolled his eyes and went back to sleep. A couple of days later, I met my new neighbor out front and we struck up a conversation.

Have you seen a black and white cat in the neighborhood? He’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. James, my next door neighbor, told me he came home from work and the cat was asleep on his bed.

There I was, feeling the red creep up from my neck until it stung my cheeks. I didn’t know this lady, or James for that matter. For all I know, they weren’t animal lovers. How do I tell my brand new neighbor that it was my cat who waltzed into a stranger’s home and took a nap on his bed?

Oh, um, wow. Um, that must have been our cat, Max. He’s black and white. He was missing the other day and uh, um, well…. I am so embarrassed. I’ll apologize to James.

She roared with laughter and said there was no need to apologize. James got a good laugh out of it and referred to Max as “very friendly.” Yeah, you could say that! As it happened, James has a cat who Max made fast friends with. We figured that Max must have followed him home and in through the cat door. Probably helped himself to some food while he was there, too…

Despite the rocky first encounter, my neighbor and I became very close friends and we still laugh about our initial meeting.

As for Max’s latest attempt at wooing the neighbors and embarrassing his parents to death, we caught a break this time. The neighbors weren’t in the garage when I finally got Max to come out. But knowing my luck, they were looking out the window and have me on the neighborhood watch list. That new lady just wanders into garages and stuff. Keep your doors locked and keep an eye on her.

Max will no longer be allowed to walk to the mailbox with me.

For once, I’d like a meeting with the new neighbors to talk place with me bringing over a plate of cookies or something…..

Have you had embarrassing first encounters with new neighbors?

About the Author


Andi is married to an active-duty soldier and is the founder and former editor of SpouseBUZZ.

She is the founder of the Annual MilBlog Conference. The MilBlog Conference is the premiere event of the year for military bloggers. President George W. Bush, U.S. Representative Adam Smith, GEN David Petraeus, LTG Mike Oates, LTG William Caldwell, RADM Mark Fox, MG Kevin Bergner, MG David Hogg and The Honorable Pete Geren have addressed previous conferences.

While living in Washington, DC, Andi was the Ambassador to Walter Reed Army Medical Center for Sew Much Comfort, a non-profit organization which makes and delivers, free of charge, special adaptive clothing for wounded service members. Andi has worked with several non-profits to help our wounded heroes and their families. She finds that work to be the most rewarding and meaningful of all.

Andi strives to find humor in the good, bad and ugly of life and is a firm believer that laughter has the ability to cure most ills.

  • These are hilarious stories!! So far, I don’t have any like them, but we’re only on our second PCS… I’m sure I’ll have some like them someday!

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  • Aim-me

    Back when we first got married, our first PCS (3 weeks married) Hubby had just come home from a field exercise, and decided to light off some bottle rockets from our front porch, wearing nothing but his socks. I convinced him to put on a pair of jeans, which he still thanks me for, because the rocket took off, hit the neighbor’s roof, rolled off and started a small fire, right outside their front door. Hubby ran over there and was stomping out the fire (in socks and jeans) when the neighbor came out to see what was going on.

  • heidi

    I was cussing, pulling out poison ivy from our side yard wearing too-big athletic shorts, long sleeved shirt, baseball hat, long socks, rain boots, and sweating up a storm when I met my new neighbor. For some reason she still likes me.