Damnit, Damnit, Damnit

I swear, my cats cannot catch a break (except they’re still alive so I guess in the bigger picture sense they can). Finney is having surgery in the morning. I mean, come on. I can’t believe the poor little guy is going to have surgery. My poor poor baby. I just fed him some crappy Meox Mix food as a treat. Well, the good news is he will feel better. After a no-fun recovery, I’m sure.

I took this at lunch. It’s a billion degrees out and these poor guys still have their jackets on. It really was bad out, I am not exaggerating. It was painful in the sun just standing still.

The rules for men’s fashion need a serious overhaul. We don’t have to wear pantyhose anymore. They should be able to ditch the jackets and ties.

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Stacy Horn

I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.

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5 thoughts on “Damnit, Damnit, Damnit

  1. They’re probably lawyers. Lawyers have no capacity for sensation of any kind.
    And cats are naturally the original stoics. He’ll come through just fine.

  2. Oy vey!! Poor baby Finney! At least it seems they’ve figured out what’s wrong. Jeez – you’ve just been *through* it this year!!

  3. Oh no! So sorry about Finney! Sometimes that does happen, but he should be good after the surgery heals.

    Argh, the HEAT! I am mowing my own lawn this year, and live in Alabama…heat index running to 105 every day and the humidity is so thick you can cut it with a knife. Mowing either in early morning or late, very late afternoon still leaves me drenched in sweat. I try to think of it as a “free sauna”…

  4. Bless sweet Finney. I’m sure he’ll be feeling such relief in a few days after he recovers from the surgery, and so will you and Buddy.

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