This is a story about Lucky, my cat from 1982.

One late summer evening in Craig, Alaska, my second husband and I walked back from the docks to our home on Loop Road.  A perky white kitten scampered along, curious and running beside us as we walked.  “If that cat follows us home, he’s mine, because I love him.”

“He’s lucky to have found us.” Roy, stated, which is how Lucky got his name. Continue reading “Ode to Lucky” »