Tory managed a chuckle, "Somewhat, it's part of China, but they have their own government." The system seemed to work for everyone. In Tory's mind, he still sometimes thought of Hong Kong as being part of the British Empire. Really, it had not been all that long ago that it was, so he did not feel that bad if he messed up.
He slung his duffel bag over his shoulder so the strap was across his chest and picked up Gatto with his free hand. The cat protested being moved, "I live alone," at least he did now that he did not have to go back to Italy for the holidays. While their family offices were mostly based in Australia, the old estate was still in Roma. It was where they celebrated all their major holidays. He wondered if they would all be back there again this year, even after the unrest in that area this year.
"It will just be me and Gatto here, he is harmless." The cat gave out a plaintive yowl, as if to disagree. What he was probably really speaking against was Tory's careless handling of the cat carrier and a not so gentle reminder of his aging joints.