Twenty million times a day I screech, “BLEECKER!” No matter what I do he will never ever stop trying to play with Finney. It’s heartbreaking for both of them. For poor Bleecker who has no one to play with, and for poor Finney who just wants to relax and enjoy his senior years in peace.

A second after taking this shot I yelled “BLEECKER!” But that only resulted in …


A temporary retraction of the paw. Stealth Bleecker. Just biding his time. By the way, those toys all over the place? They’re proof of how much I love my cats. I can’t stand clutter but I make sure to have plenty of things available to bat around. Ping pong balls are a favorite.


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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