Stacy Horn

I loved this article in the Times about high heels. I stopped wearing heels decades ago, after falling in them repeatedly and tearing the ligaments in my foot.

I also hated not being able to run if needed, which the article brings up. I always felt hobbled, and not ready for action. There’s a bound-foot aspect to them, and the women who wear them look imprisoned, like they are in a state of bondage. And I can tell you, when I finally said enough is enough to them, it was enormously freeing.

But change is slow, so even if this signals the beginning of the end for them, it will take a long time, and I’m sure they won’t go away completely.

Bodhi, my little rat-faced (or bat-faced) kitten, on my lap. Bodhi and Bali are right this minute in the bedroom behind closed doors. I wanted to give Bleecker a break, and some time with me all to himself. The kittens monopolize me and my lap otherwise.

Kitten season is over and they’ve been laying off everyone bit by bit. My last day was Tuesday. I may work elsewhere at the ASPCA in the meantime, I may be back at the Kitten Nursery next spring, I don’t know right now what’s going to happen for me. It’s so sad though. It was really great to go to work every day doing something that felt important and meaningful to me, and to be around people who were truly wonderful. Also, I kept saying this the last week, but I think being surrounded by kittens every day raised our endorphin levels or something, and to be without that is a little depressing.

Thank god for my monsters. I spent yesterday sewing up all the holes Bodhi and Bali have made in my comforter. But I ran out of white thread and learned that there is NO PLACE in my neighborhood that sells thread, for the love of God. I miss Woolworth’s.

This was what I saw every morning arriving at work. That’s dawn on the East River, and the glowing doorway to the left is the entrance to the Nursery.

You’ve given me and many others hope! When I fell asleep last night Moore had the slimmest of leads, and I felt horrible. If we had elected yet another racist (and pedophile) I would have been absolutely destroyed this morning. But no! Alabama came to the rescue. THANK YOU!!

If you click on the image you’ll see a large picture of Bailey, Bodhi and Bali when they first arrived at the ASPCA’s Kitten Nursery. Sadly, Bailey did not make it. He was half the size of the hand holding him, poor little thing. I never even met him. He died before I came back from my day off. I wonder what he would have been like.

I learned how to bottle feed with Bodhi and Bali. Every once in a while I ask them, “I bottle fed you, when you were little babies, do you remember?” Adopting them for putting up with my fumblings was the least I could do.

On a building a block away from my apartment. This building always has very tasteful, under-stated decorations. I took this coming home last night from another fabulous Loser’s Lounge.

It’s going to snow tomorrow, I heard. I was thinking of doing my holiday window stroll tomorrow, but it looks like I will have to put that off to another day.

I may have more time soon because kitten season is over and my job at the ASPCA’s Kitten Nursery will be over very soon, and won’t resume until next spring (I’m looking into other opportunities at the ASPCA in the meantime).