Author: Stacy Horn

I have three cats, and they have mixed feelings about each other. When I see something like this, I have to take a picture. They’re all resting peacefully in close proximity to each other.

When I see something like this I’m really happy, but oh look, more holes in my couch. That’s all them. You’re not seeing the worst of it, which I have covered in various ways, or have sewn up. Badly. You can see one of my patches in the previous picture, and how they’ve made new holes around it. Are dogs this bad?

I believe I’ve posted about this before, but every time I see a plane outside my window making such a steep climb, I think, ‘How is everyone inside that plane not screaming??’ It looks terrifying to me. It’s practically straight up, like a rocket ship. I haven’t been in a plane for at least twenty years. Can someone who flies regularly comment on this?

I have always been enamored of this alley downtown. I even imagined living here one day, except now I realize it gets absolutely zero sunlight and would be a terrible place to live. Better to just enjoy walking down it. Don’t you love that walkway above??

It’s hard to really see what’s going on here, but Bodhi has taken to sleeping in the weirdest position. He sits down, flops his head forward and down and sleeps in this sitting up/head flopped down in front of him position. That can’t be comfortable. Something I say to my cats a lot. (I have three.)

One of the prettiest blocks to walk down in my neighborhood. The movie Wait Until Dark filmed a number of scenes here. I’ve told the story many times, but I almost moved into an apartment on this block, but the building had a rodent problem. The apartment I ended up moving into was far prettier, and the block was almost as lovely. I had a working fireplace! God I miss having a fireplace. Sigh. (Been sighing a lot lately, I’ve noticed. I think it’s a getting-older thing.)