Why I Can’t Have Nice Things

Normally they claw their way up the curtains to reach the plant. But every summer I put a fan in front of my air conditioner to increase the circulation, and I have to put something underneath it so it reaches the vent. A perfect step ladder to destruction for the cats.

That reminds me, someone brought their cat to the ASPCA hospital. It’s name was Lucipur. The perfect cat name.

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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