A few nights ago, I stopped by the Algonquin for Matilda the hotel cat’s kind sponsorship of a North Shore Animal League benefit. Hairless cats! Cunning costumes! Drinks! Pistachio cake! My favorite waiter! The place was packed, and I took some really blurry pictures with my phone, but Kevin Fitzpatrick, fearless leader of the Dorothy Parker Society, took far better ones, so take a look (Elvis has not left the building). Two Dorothy Parker Society members even adopted a cat, which they named…can you guess?
In other news, there is some debate among those with the opposable thumbs, tools, religion, and/or blogs to conduct it, about Ian Parker’s look at the myth of the bisexual, benevolent bonobo. You say alliteration isn’t evolved? It’s primal, man.
Some fuzzy but affectionately snapped cell-phone photos of the Algonquin bash follow. Kevin’s, again, are far better, especially of Matilda; by the time I got around to my arbitrary photo session, she had retreated behind her mini-door. I’m compensating by throwing in a picture of my own furry pal, who does not live in a hotel, but seems pretty contented, but I can’t say for sure since I’m never home.