A 2016 Miracle

The picture below was taken this morning and I’m pretty sure this has never happened. When Finnegan started stepping onto my lap I said, “Little dude, this is not going to work.” But he made it work, and Bleecker didn’t do anything to wreck it. Finnegan is actually sitting a little bit on top of Bleecker, but it was the only way he could fit himself in and thank God Bleecker was just fine with that.

Meanwhile: Still without heat and hot water. Right now I have the oven on with the door open and a fan in front of it to blow the warm air into the room. Sounds a tad dangerous, I know.

Bleecker and Finnegan

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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2 thoughts on “A 2016 Miracle

  1. That arrangement on your lap was probably permitted by Finnegan because it was nice & warm, right?
    It looks like the state I call “Cat Shackles” when one is loathe to get up & disturb everyone because they’re all so peaceful & comfy. And so you end up sitting there, not moving, and WAY past the point where it started actually feeling cramped & uncomfortable for you. But at least the cats are warm!

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