I'm oddly proud of my cat that my sister and I brought to New York from Minneapolis more than 10 years ago. I don't even really like furry friends, but that handsome little man is quite a pet and he's been through a lot for an animal. I thinks he's seen the inside of every vet office in Brooklyn and lower Manhattan (I once thought he had a cancerous growth on his belly, who knew cats had nipples?) and there was the time he got lost in the World Trade
Center when I brought him to work. He moved in with Angie and her boyfriend when I left NY.
And now in the twilight of his life he's name checked on the cover of Spin Magazine.
Way to be, B!
