Coming home is one of the best parts of travel.
Yes, I love a good adventure. I love the sights, smells and sounds of an unfamiliar city. I love seeing a forest filled with creatures I've never encountered before.
But my favorite foods, my own bed and – most of all – my most-excellent cat Noir made my return home a happy occasion.
Unfortunately, Noir will no longer greet me when I return from my next trip. We said goodbye to him last night after 16 years of friendship. Noir turned me from cat-indifferent to the sort of guy who couldn't pass a cat without trying to pet it. During his long life, he watched me pack for my first international trip as an adult â€¦ he was the cat of the house while Sarah and I hiked glaciers, searched for kangaroos and mangled foreign languages. (Since he lacked opposable thumbs like most cats, our good friend Todd cared for him in our absence. Every time Todd came to visit, Noir treated him exactly like he did Sarah or me. Noir was friendly toward all humans, but he held Todd above the rest.)
During my travels, I encountered many feline friends that made me think of my little buddy back home. If not for him, I wouldn't have made these new friends. As a tribute to Noir's memory â€¦ in honor of his long life â€¦ in recognition of the cheer he brought to our home, here are some photos of the cat friends I've made around the world!
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