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As a child, my family always had cats as pets. We had a Russian blue named Mr Cat, a chocolate Siamese named Catpuccino and an American shorthair called Hobbes. When I moved out on my own, I adopted a former show rabbit named Chaplin and took in an abandoned kitten I named Morty.
In Aroostook County, moose season comes around in September and goes on its merry way in October. Each hunter gets to fell one animal — if they have a moose tag. The chances are better if you opt for a cow, but most applicants want the antlers — a 6-foot trophy only produced by the bulls.
I met my British husband when I was teaching English in Laos and he was riding a motorbike around Southeast Asia. After two years of long distance dating, we decided to elope in Chicago, where I’d spent my 20s.
