When Your Cat Gets Old…

In February of 1994 when I was 20 years old, my college roommate Jennifer and I decided to adopt a cat.  At the shelter, we were drawn to a 6-month-old black tabby.  We took him home and named him Sebastian, and I was lucky enough to draw the long straw and keep him with me when Jennifer and I went our separate ways the following year.  Sebastian has lived in many homes with me (and without me) and had many adventures over the years.  One summer, he stayed with my grandparents and got to be an outdoor cat for a few months.  Another summer, one of my student’s families was nice enough to take him in.  I was always looking for help in the summers because of my stints at the Aspen Music Festival.  He ran away from my brother’s house in 1999 while I was in India, and didn’t come back for over a week, none the worse for wear. Continue reading “When Your Cat Gets Old…”