Cat on Me

Can’t post at length, I have a cat on me. Buddy. Who is eating much better, I am ecstatic. Took this on William Street during a lunch break. Look at the jumble of styles!


Back to Work

Buddy ate better this morning, so there’s no reason I shouldn’t hope that he will continue to improve. He didn’t eat a lot, but each time he eats it’s a little more than the last time. It could just be a bad patch that is starting to pass. It was so great to work from home again yesterday, transcribing notes from my reading while Buddy was purring on my lap. I know a lot of people have it a lot harder, so I feel like a whiner, but still. There it is. These are his last days, and I’m away all the time.

Here is another waiting-in-line shot. This is at the enormously popular Shake Shack at Madison Square Park (23rd Street at 5th and Broadway). I’ve never gotten on line there so I can’t comment. And I think people stand in line for their burgers and not shakes.

The yearly Veteran’s Day Parade always kicks off from Madison Square Park. I’ve probably got pictures of that in this blog’s past.


Perhaps I Should Go for a Walk

I am feeling so supremely tense. These roses are just a few blocks away. Surely I would feel better sitting among these flowers (if I can). There’s also some sort of animal adoption event at Washington Square Park. That might be fun. But curling up and reading sounds nice as well.


Bad Days

Buddy is not doing well. I knew he was on borrowed time. Yesterday, the vet said this may not be it yet, so I am trying to be hopeful but he was worse this morning. I’m going to call the vet again today. I tried to relax last night, watch some tv but all my favorite shows went with horribly upsetting season finales. Grey’s Anatomy?? Good god. I mean, very well done, but I so did not want harrowing and it was harrowing. And Bones, wtf does this mean for next season?

More new and poignant goodbyes on the St. Vincent’s wall. I so don’t want to say goodbye to another cat.