East Villagers Remember a Cat Called Pretty Boy - NYTimes.com
I hope some people remember me, too, although I never did as much for my fellow humans as this cat. But the cats might miss me.
"Every day I cry," said Betty Knapp, who used to work at Mikey’s Pet Shop. Pretty Boy used to rest on her chest when her blood pressure rose, she said, and it helped to calm her down. Now, she bursts into sobs when she talks about him. "He knew he was the man. He was the man on East Seventh Street. Everybody just loved him."
I hope some people remember me, too, although I never did as much for my fellow humans as this cat. But the cats might miss me.
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