When people ask what I will miss most during the year I’m living in Greece, I think they assume I will say a person or a food or something. Actually, maybe they aren’t, because several people have asked, “What will you do without Rory??” with all the gravitas of a tragic question.
Rory is what I will miss most. I tend to prefer animals over people anyway, and Rory is the best little animal on the whole planet. For instance, a day in the life of Tricia and Rory: Continue reading
Growing up, I was a little obsessed with cats. Every birthday cake was cat shaped, and there were at least two Halloweens when I painted whiskers on my face. We had three cats (at separate times) before I was ten, though none of them were especially friendly. Some family friends, however, had a cat named Locket that followed us around, allowed us to sling her around our necks, and generally put up with annoying children like a champ. I wanted a Locket real bad.
When I was ten, my parents got a dog, and for twelve wonderful years I was a dog person. Misty was cuddly, affectionate, and adorable. But when she had two strokes, we put her to sleep, and my parents went on an already-planned vacation. Alone in the house, grieving for one pet, I found myself desperate for another. Continue reading
My cat and I are extremely attached to each other, and my love of traveling is only marred by my sadness at leaving Rory behind. The solution? Bring him with me as often as possible! Continue reading