I just spent a wonderful week having fun in the sun, visiting the home of Ernest Hemingway, in Key West, Florida and communing with the wonderful polydactyl kitties that have free range over the place… and I mean, free range. Kitties to the left, right, above lounging in gutters, in Papa’s bed, office, gift shop… On the less than one acre estate, there are nearly sixty cats, a notable number of them with an extra digit that makes them look like lions… with mittens.
Maybe a little bit of Hemingway’s magic rubbed off? There sure was a lot of testosterone raging in that house at one point in time. I’m reading a collection of his short stories. “Lions, and tigers and bears, oh my!” But the man could write. (I suspect all of the testosterone laden stories were to compensate for his flare for decorating. He shouldn’t have had to try so hard.)
Anyway, after great times spent exploring the house and grounds, the lovely town of Key West, and the Harbor Walk, including a night on an Airbnb sailboat!, we headed north for a few days exploring the Everglades and its tropical wetland, multiple eco zones, many, many birds, a couple of manatees, and enough alligators to impress even Ernest Hemingway.
Happy to be home again with my very average, very sweet five-toed kitties.