I Have to Run Out, So …

I’m slapping up a couple a cat shots. This was my Valentine’s Day. I was without a boyfriend. AGAIN. So it was me and the furballs. We had a lovely evening of guilty-pleasure tv and food treats for everyone. Finney doesn’t love Bleeck any more than usual, but he seems to have accepted the situation. He doesn’t appear to be miserable all the time, but …

He does assume this face a lot, which to me says: The minute you leave the room I’m killing him.

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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