by The ASPCA is holding onto Bodhi and Bali because they have a touch of diarrhea. The timing couldn’t be worse. After losing Finney so recently, I feel especially vulnerable. When I got the news yesterday, after thinking this was going to be the happy day I could finally bring them back home, I just lost it. I curled up on the floor and sobbed. Even Bleecker is acting depressed. I’m going to ask them to please let me treat them at home. I work in their Kitten Nursery, and I’m certainly capable. But maybe they will call me and tell me I can come get them today.
My book may have illustrations, and I’ve been collecting images for possible use. I’m shocked though, at how few there are out there. Really, there’s only a handful. I keep finding the same pictures over and over in all the archives I’ve checked. Given the number of people and workers and visitors who passed through, many in a time when lots of people owned cameras, why haven’t more pictures come to light? This is the Octagon, that was once part of the Lunatic Asylum, and is now restored and part of an apartment complex.
