A blog about New York City, my books, and my cats. Mostly.
I bought a cat bed, a special self-heating cat bed (it has a layer of mylar inside). I was afraid they wouldn’t use it and it would be a waste of money but here (the grey one is Buddy – you can see from this shot why I frequently say to him, “Who is my great big bear of kitty? Who is the biggest kitty of all time?? Buddy!”):
The pattern clashes with the rug, but I have since tried the other side, which is all black, and they sleep on that side, too.
I swore last year would be my last year, but not drumming in the parade felt like saying, “That’s it. I’m done. You all go on without me. I’m just going to rest here until I die.” So I went. The weather was perfect, and it was fun. I looked for the Cold Case detectives, to see if they were working the parade, but I didn’t spot any. When I got home there was a call from a few of them. They were there! Oh well. Too bad. They look so cute in their uniforms. Okay. Turns out I’m not ready to lay down and die just yet.
I tried to get an action shot:
This is me and Ellen and Madeline afterwards. Jesus. I look like such a doofus. Oh right. I AM a doofus.
I posted earlier about a ghost story I am researching at the Morris-Jumel Mansion. Here is a picture of the porch where Eliza Jumel is said to have appeared. I went to a Ghost Tour at the mansion yesterday, given by Pat McMaster, who is a great story teller. Her tour was packed with great information, she covered all the bases, the ghost story, American history. She really did a fabulous job.
Beware the Finn monster.
Missing Photo! A photograph was here! Don’t know where it went!
