Stacy Horn

Now I have a tuxedo boy who will be available next week. (Backstory: I’ve started fostering kittens for the ASPCA.) He’s a single guy and he follows me everywhere. When not playing he’s on my lap. If I call him, he doesn’t just come, he runs to me, full speed ahead, it’s the cutest thing in the world. Just the sound of it is adorable. I’ll call out his name and seconds later I hear the sound of tiny galloping feet running towards me.

I’m not allowed to post pictures so this is just a shot of his whiskers. You wouldn’t be able to pick him out in a line-up, so I think this is okay.

If you have any interest email me and I can send pictures where you can really see him.

I passed by this pigeon silhouette on my way upstairs at the gym. He looks like a tiny turkey.

Because the book traumatized me! These silhouettes were in these windows last year, and I’m happy to see them back. Although the scariness is still too real for me. I was 17 when Roe V. Wade was decided, so when I read the book, it was almost too soon. And here we are, back again. And they’re back again! I can’t take it! (But great job, great Halloween display.)

There’s increasingly more to take pictures of. This house had a bunch of very glam skeletons.

The court has been restored, but I have yet to see anyone play there. I’m trying to remember where I used to see people play bocce ball all the time. Maybe it was lots of places, but I do remember when it was a thing.