Not Just Any Cat
As a military officer, I ask a lot of my family. We moved 11 times in 18 years—each time I received permanent change-of-station orders. My wife, Elizabeth, has had to give up jobs she loved. Our three daughters have had to leave behind wonderful friends. I think that’s why our cat, a tortie named Wembley, came to mean so much to us.
Elizabeth and I had adopted her right after I’d come home from a deployment to Iraq that was tough on both of us. Elizabeth pulled a tiny tortoiseshell kitten out from under a box at a pet adoption event and knew she was the one. It was early in our marriage, and Wembley was our first baby. Her love helped us heal
