Boaz, please come home

I've lost my cat. It wasn't oh the cat just disappeared. No it was something I did, and I am so terribly sorrowful.
You see I, Me, I left the door ajar. How many times had Scott told me to latch the door? It was probably just barely open if not at all. I'm sure it was Dually with his big paws who gingerly opened it so they could both go out and have a little fun. Thing is Dually stayed in the backyard and Boaz wandered up front to the porch where he was met by a young male un-neutered neighbor cat who had claimed the front yard for his own. As hard as I tried to make him just go away, he had the gaul to stand his ground and pick a fit with Boaz. Boaz slowly left the porch and was chased by the neighbor cat into the bushes and attacked, not once, but twice. Scott tried to break them apart, but they both fled and we don't know where to. It was dark and we couldn't see.
So I said I was going to sit on the porch last night, all night because I couldn't sleep anyway, knowing that my cat was outside and possibly hurt and scared. But Scott said I couldn't do that. You see its all my fault, if I hadn't left that door ajar...........
I've searched a couple of the neighbors yards, but not all. When I go to work I will have a flyer printed up and will distribute it.
The house seems so .....empty without Boaz. You see he had the best motor, always purring.
And I'm prone to tears.