Stacy Horn

First my tv broke, then I broke my computer, and yesterday I dropped and broke my beloved camera! Canon no longer services it and doesn’t make parts for it. All of these things were very old, but still. My iphone doesn’t take pictures half as great as my Canon did. It’s a sad day, except it’s my day off and I have a cat on me.

Speaking of. One of the last pictures I took with my G9. A cat pile. Something that happens a little more often now that I am home a lot less these days, due to my wonderful ASPCA job.

Choir is over for the season. So sad. But there are always summer sings. A couple of shots from our concert. The first is of the crowd outside after the concert. The second is from our warmup in the gym. I take a picture of this every year, I think.

I’m so excited!!   I have a book coming out next year!! Backstory: I wrote a book about Blackwell’s Island, now called Roosevelt Island. To give you an idea of what it was like there in the 19th century, one of the titles we’re considering for the book is Damnation Island.

I wrote about a medical experiment that was conducted in one of the hospitals on the island (there was also a lunatic asylum and a couple of penal institutions). A doctor tried to graft the bone from a dog to a little boy. His procedure including sewing the dog to the boy. I won’t say more, but it was very upsetting reading his paper about what he’d done. Here’s a picture of the boy and the dog from the paper.

I wish I was allowed to take and post pictures from the Kitten Nursery at the ASPCA, you would all just die. Today I am in love with Tater and Waffles. (I don’t name them, although I could. They let everyone suggest names and put them on a board. I’m just not into naming any.)

I know I’ve been all cats all the time for a while now, but that will change. Right now I’m focused on Finney. I found another massive mass on him. Why are they always so big?? I have a call into his doctor.

I always go by their eating habits when I pick the time to let them go. When they stop eating, and start hiding out somewhere alone, it’s time. But Finney is still eating well, and still wants to sit on my lap or curl up on the couch.

Finney in better days, sprawled on the floor sleeping.

After work, after running errands, then taking care of the cats, it’s practically time to go to bed. I still have half a book to fact check, and illustrations to pick out, and Echo to run. How am I ever going to manage and not feel like the Alice in Wonderland quote, “My dear, here we must run as fast as we can, just to stay in place. And if you wish to go anywhere you must run twice as fast as that.”??

Someone decorated a tree in front of their building with robins.