The Algonquin Hotel in New York is a venerated establishment. In the 1920’s it was home to the celebrated Algonquin Round Table, where literary luminaries, critics and wits of the day held forth over champagne and ice-cold martinis, and came to define a style and an era. Every blues singer of note had to play the Algonquin Oak Room to earn real stripes. A place of history and New York lore.
A charming part of that history began in 1932 and has continued for the 80 years since: the Algonquin has a pet, an honored feline – has had ten of them to date. Like today’s resident, Matilda, they’ve always had free run of the place.
The New York City Department of Health and Mental Hygiene (!?) has stepped in and thrown a leash on Matilda, tradition be damned. Food is served at the Algonquin, and we can’t have animals roaming around, they say. Officialdom has nothing else to do it seems.
I’ll play your stupid game if you’ll get my damn dinner going.
Maru, captured on the runway by Dependable Renegade, contemplating his next move.
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Tagged cats, comedy, Maru
This post is here for one reason, and one reason only.
To show you this picture.
(I just cribbed it from TexasTrailerTrash.)