Whenever I vacuum I have to gather up all the toys and pile them on the coffee table. The cats then jump up, all excited. “OHMYGOD!! Where did these come from??” Like they’ve never seen them before. Exaggeration Alert:. In reality it’s more like, “What’s this? Oh. These.” But for a second they’re excited. I bought all those stuffed animals thinking they’d learn to bite them instead of me. Didn’t work. They love the stuffed animals, but they still also love to bite me.
I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.View all posts by Stacy Horn →