In the summertime, there is always one big trip, taken with my family to a place that is usually North Carolina but will this year be New Mexico. Before realizing that leaving New York for three weeks in a row might be, job-wise, a bad move, I had planned to accompany my cousins to the beach, and because I could not, I missed this, sent in by dear Norah. I kick myself still.
However, no matter how busy you think you are, summer always produces several weekend excursions, brief overnights in places you’ve loved and places unfamiliar. In this case, Huntingdon counts as both. It is a location most alluring.
On a recent weekend stopover to visit my Bearded Companion, many cats were collected. These are their stories.
It’s becoming increasingly difficult to return.