We took an afternoon trip down to Key West to unwind after a day of shooting. I like cats and I like reading, so soon enough we ended up at the Hemingway house, surrounded by offspring of his pets. I never went through a major Hemingway phase in high school or college like some guys I know, but after getting a little more of his life story, I can understand the draw. He was a man's man; a hunter, a fisherman, a hard drinking wounded war veteran with a slew of personal problems. I'm imagining his original cats hitting the saucer pretty hard at the local tavern while swapping stories about claw scars and great bird hunts. The current feline occupants are extremely tame and I got to rub many a kitty's belly while I was there.