Life With Cats

I looked over and saw this, and I immediately thought: trouble. Usually a scene like this would be followed by Bleecker pouncing on Finney, me jumping up and shouting, “NO!” to Bleecker and “I’m sorry,” to Finney. Sorry for bringing this little terror into his life, for what should have been his peaceful twilight years.

Instead, Bleecker sat as close as possible to Finney, but not too close to make Finney jump off the couch to find another spot to sleep. You can almost see the longing in Bleecker’s eyes. He so wants to be right next to Finney.

Soon, Bleecker was peacefully asleep. No one was more surprised than Finney.

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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