Hard times

Two times a year Mac and Mia (mental note: update this blog's title) go through the ordeal of a two hour drive (x2) and loooong days at my grandmother's house. It's the only way I can keep seeing the world, sorry guys...


"I started hating this the minute we entered the damned car. I don't see the fun of it. Really."


"If I drink all this water, will you stop pretending to be a fish?"


"We cats do this all the time, there's a thing called Evolution. It would take you millions of years, forget it"


"You might want to film this in slow-motion"

Mac&Mia productions present...

Mac&Mia present... from Pedro Ferrão Patrício on Vimeo.

Mr. Mac, the cat

I've just realized that I've never written an exclusive post about the one-and-only Mac. Once, after a 2 hour painful drive with Mac, I swore I'd never take him away from home again... because of the meowing, smell, the number of times I had to stop (you get the picture)... and hence the title and subtitle of this blog.
Mac often sits on my car's rooftop with a revenge look on his face (like in this photo, if only I had framed his face). It's also a nice spot to check out the babes and what's going on his neighborhood :)

And because traveling (what I'd like this blog to be about) couldn't be complete without returning home, I think this second photo defines just that. This is home. I'm sure Mac totally agrees :)