Archive for August, 2015

May it be long before Muff’s gracious personality requires an epitaph, but when that time comes, the following lines will apply to him as fitly as to the one for whom they were written, the poet Whittier’s cat, Bathsheba:“Whereat none said ‘Scat!’Better cat never satOn a mat, or caught a rat,Than this cat. Requiescat!”–Famous Pets […]

This is one of my longer stories — which is why it took me so long to post — but it’s chock full of New York City and Murray Hill history. In July 2013, I wrote about the police dogs of Parkville Brooklyn, who came to America in 1907 and were the first canine police squad […]

“Her death last year was the hardest to bear of any – until his came. Somehow I like to think that her little soul was waiting to greet his, so that he mightn’t feel strange or alone in the great world above us. I can see her jumping and running for joy and licking his […]