by Todd Abrams

I spent a few weeks in Trieste. Venice is two hours by train. I remember on a hill touring San Giusto and outside the gates an old lady that sat and fed a hundred cats. I had the best Chinese meal in Trieste. It was something with mushrooms. We must have drunk Terrano back then but I mostly remember the German beer and the cats.


Todd Abrams, author of The End of Family, writes in Ferndale, Michigan.


Madam Z said...

While in Italy, you ate Chinese food and drank German beer. I hope that, at least, the cats were Italian.

Todd said...

Very Italian. I remember the three-legged one and how it rubbed its small chin on my leg and I gave it a pat though it was feral. I wrote a story about that.