Stacy Horn

I think I’m going to love my job. The only reason I say think is because I still don’t see how it’s humanly possible to do it! Right now there are three kittens in the section I’ve been assigned to. When we really get going there will could be over 100. Every day I have to do what they call a “deep cleaning” of each cage, while feeding the kittens every three or five hours, depending on their age. Based on my current rate of “deep cleaning” I should be able to complete my entire section in ten hours. Then there’s 100 kittens to feed every three or five hours. How on earth?? They swear it’s do-able.

One nice coincidental thing happens every day. I eat my lunch while sitting in Carl Schurz Park, by Gracie Mansion, overlooking the East River. My view is of the very Island I’ve been researching and writing about for the past two years. I can’t tell you the satisfaction I feel gazing at it. Just knowing I have a book coming out about this place.

I’d planned to start my book with a hanging that took place where this lighthouse now stands, but I’m going to use that chapter in a different way, it turns out. It took a lot of convincing to get me to open the book another way. But I love the new opening as well.

A month or so ago I took a picture of this coat for my sporadic series about clothes I want but can’t afford. I watched the most recent episode of Madame Secretary, a show I love, and the daughter Allison MccCord was wearing this very coat! She looked good in it. Damnit.

Today is my last day of training, and tomorrow is my first actual workday. I keep leaving things behind at the Kitten Nursery. Is this a sign that my brain is going or that I don’t ever want to leave?? Yesterday I left behind my notebook and manual, the day before the book I was reading and my hat. It’s very embarrassing. Anyway, my sense of this job is that it’s going to be a lot of hard work in addition to KITTENS! Not a complaint, just saying. There’s a strict protocol for everything, and you can see why they have such a low mortality rate. Every last possible thing that can be done to keep these kittens alive is done, and we have to follow every instruction to the letter. Which means pretty much constant cleaning. And constant glove changing.

There is a possibility that we’ll get our first batch of kittens tomorrow. I think I mentioned that I can’t take pictures of them to show you, alas. But I’ll try to post other animals pictures on the days I talk about KITTENS!

First up. I was taking a picture of this magnificent dog when one of the women leaned over to give him a hug. So I’ve titled this photograph: Puppy Love.

You can always count on a cat to look cute while sleeping.

Today is my first day so I won’t have anything to say about it until tomorrow. For now, pictures of life in the big city! Every year there’s a big pillow fight downtown. It was more dramatic looking when they used feather pillows and the feathers went flying, but since I’m anti-cruelty products I’m glad they don’t use feather pillows anymore. But here are a couple of pictures I took at the 2007 fight, when they were still using feather pillows.

Most of the fight was going on in one big mass of people, but there was also this ring fight off to the side, where people would go up against each other one on one.

A little dog wanted to get into the act. Go easy on him little doggie.

The best was the crowd reactions.