Frankie the cat has finally been done the honor of receiving a tag which reads "Frankie Scarlata."
It only took my parents about five years and many trips to the vet (one including a extraction of all of his teeth (!) to realize that he was in fact, our cat. I can only imagine how he feels about this, probably similar to how the toys of Toy Story regard their owner's name written on them in permanent ink. But then again, we have tried giving him collars before, all of which magically disappeared or were found hanging 8 feet up in trees throughout the neighborhood. We'll see how long this one lasts.