LizzieMaine
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Those of you who may have stayed at the historic Algonquin Hotel in New York -- home of the Round Table, the Oak Room, and other Golden Era traditions -- will know one of the best traditions in the place, Matilda The Cat, an imperious feline who roams freely about the lobby interacting with the guests and otherwise enriching their visit. Or at least she did roam freely -- an item in this morning's paper tells us that the NYC Board of Health has required that Matilda be *leashed* behind the hotel desk rather than allowing her free range of the place, some rubbish about sanitation. I met the current Matilda's predecessor, a fine grey tabby, when I stayed at the Algonquin in 1997, and found her presence to be the best part of my visit. Like all cats she was fastidious, and if the condition of my bathroom was any indication, she was more so than a good percentage of the hotel staff.
There is no place more civilized that cannot be made more so by the presence of a cat. To leash a cat is an outrage under any circumstances, but to leash *this* cat is a sign of the worst kind of philistinism. Buckets of rotten fish to Mayor Bloomberg and his soulless minions. This never would have happened under LaGuardia's administration.
There is no place more civilized that cannot be made more so by the presence of a cat. To leash a cat is an outrage under any circumstances, but to leash *this* cat is a sign of the worst kind of philistinism. Buckets of rotten fish to Mayor Bloomberg and his soulless minions. This never would have happened under LaGuardia's administration.