Stacy Horn

It’s no surprise I’m a pacifist (mostly, there are exceptions, sometimes one must fight) so I never know quite what to say to people in the military. It’s like any other group, some of you are great at what you do, most of you are decent people doing the best you can, and some of you should find another job. Wherever we have military we’re doing some things right, and we’re doing some things we shouldn’t.

Right now I’m thinking about the ones who lost their lives, and the ones who are struggling either while still on duty or back home. Thank you for your service. Thank you all for your service. You have really hard jobs (understatement of the year).

Buddy is hanging in there, seems to be mostly okay today. He’s eating, doesn’t seem uncomfortable.

A block away from where I buy my catfood, someone put up a sign in memory of someone named Lori Stevens who was struck by a car and killed while walking her dog Moose. Someone considerately added later that Moose was okay, and that he’d been adopted by someone in her building. Every time I walk by there are fresh flowers and a new sign.

Buddy update: He is much better today. He’s eating more, and hanging out front with me and Finney. He was isolating yesterday, never a good sign, but today he is more himself, so my mood is greatly improved.

Live from a tiny corner of New York City: Right now I’m hanging out in the bedroom with my cat Buddy, the place he prefers to be. It’s been touch and go health-wise with him and I’m keeping him company. It’s not looking good, so I’m not thinking about it for now. Living for the moment as they say. He’s alive now. While Buddy rests I’m watching the BBC series Sherlock.

Oh good god, my next door neighbor is preparing for a party on the roof it seems. Well, he’s a good kid and it’s a holiday weekend. It’s just bad timing for me, alas. There’s a lot of booming and banging around over my head (I’m on the top floor).

This is Finney from earlier today. I sang “Kitty in the Sunlight” to him. It goes:

Kitty in the sunlight,
Do, ta-do, ta-do.
Kitty in the sunlight,
I’m so in love with you.

Brilliant, right? I wrote it myself.

My friends Howard and Sandy were married today at City Hall and I was their witness. The bride wore a gray tshirt and jeans and the groom wore a greenish tshirt and jeans. I was more dressed up than they were, in my linen pants and pearls! In fact, everyone else who got married while we were there were all dressed up, happily posing for pictures, whereas I had to sneak every shot practically.

They tried to stop me from filming their ceremony but the guy marrying them instructed me to ignore them and to take as many pictures as I liked, and for some reason, that worked! Not another objection out of them.

Howard and Sandy are officially the lowest-key newlyweds in New York City. But they’re happy.

I’m waiting to hear from the vet this afternoon about Buddy’s blood and urine test results. It’s not looking good. Right now he’ll only eat baby food. For those of you who own cats, you know that is never a good sign. Maybe it’s this thing I’ve already forgotten the name of and is treatable. But maybe it’s the lymphoma finally getting the upper hand.

The results should be available after 3, I will post an update then. Tonight is the Choral Society benefit. It’s always a big, wonderful party, but getting dressed up and partying is the last thing I feel like doing.

UPDATE 5:30: It could be pancreatitis, and treatable, and not the end stages of the lymphoma. I’m starting him on antibiotics and we’ll know in three to five days. He’ll either start to get better or he won’t. Mood, better.

As always, I can’t bear the idea of life without my cat. He’s always right there.