Stacy Horn

I swear, my cats cannot catch a break (except they’re still alive so I guess in the bigger picture sense they can). Finney is having surgery in the morning. I mean, come on. I can’t believe the poor little guy is going to have surgery. My poor poor baby. I just fed him some crappy Meox Mix food as a treat. Well, the good news is he will feel better. After a no-fun recovery, I’m sure.

I took this at lunch. It’s a billion degrees out and these poor guys still have their jackets on. It really was bad out, I am not exaggerating. It was painful in the sun just standing still.

The rules for men’s fashion need a serious overhaul. We don’t have to wear pantyhose anymore. They should be able to ditch the jackets and ties.

I’m going to work. I gave Finney his pain meds and I’m heading out. I should hear about the results of the sonogram today. I’m hoping for, “We didn’t find any crystals. This is just a really really bad bladder infection. He doesn’t need surgery.”

This is looking out the window of the vet, while waiting for them to bring me Finney.

Finney is back from the vet and his sonogram.  I won’t know the results until tomorrow, but the crystals they were looking for were not immediately apparent.  The technician said there was some thickening and irritation, but the vet still has to look and assess. Finney seems better to me but he seemed better the last time. I think they’re so freaked out about being to the vet they hide their symptoms. I got more pain meds though, just in case.

Check out Buddy’s restrained response below.

This is the one with cancer! But he still has the energy to play and fight. I want a vacation when this is all over. I’ll settle for the movies. There was something good opening soon, I forget what it was. Thank you for cat lugging Howard!

I thought Finney was showing signs of getting better, but he is very clearly not improving. We’ve all been up for a couple of hours and he is definitely in pain.

I am once again just waiting for the vet to open. It is just killing me watching him move from spot to spot, crying, trying to find relief. I had one more dose of pain killer left and I gave it to him a few minutes ago. I’m hoping it kicks in soon.

I had one nice moment yesterday. One of the detectives from my previous book about the NYPD’s cold case squad had called the other day about something, and I told him about Finney and he could hear the stress in my voice. Yesterday he called to ask about Finney. He’d just been through something recently with his dog (who is okay) and he knew how horrible it is when your pet is suffering.

I just remembered, there was also a message from my friend Chris who had been following the updates on my blog and knew I must be a wreck!  (I have to call Chris back.  Sorry Chris!)

But I’m trying not to act stressed because I’ve seen how that affects the cats and makes it even worse. My poor little guy.  Oh God.  There’s also the issue of the cost of the sonogram and surgery (it’s the least of my concerns, but still, oh god oh god).

Every year I rediscover that I can see the Hudson River from my roof. I went up there because I could smell fire, but not see it. Fire engines and police cars were swarming an area just southwest of me, so I went up to the roof to see if I could spot it. I couldn’t, but there’s the river, right there.