
Sometimes I find a ridiculously absurd story that isn’t specifically about a cat or dog or other animal, but I can’t resist sharing it. This crazy “cat tale” of New York City’s Gilded Age involves a two-family home on Hart Street in Bushwick, Brooklyn, a large hole in the ceiling, an even larger sabre, a bit of indecent exposure (for those days), a court hearing, a street chase, and a few cameo appearances by an unnamed cat.
The tale begins on May 18, 1893, when Justice Adolph H. Goetting of the Lee Avenue Police Court received a visit from Mrs. Theodore Loeffler and her daughter. Miss Loeffler told the judge that a few days earlier, her father had hired a plumber and a carpenter to fix some leaking pipes above their dining room ceiling.
To repair the pipes, the carpenter had to cut an 18-inch hole in the floor of the kitchen of Anton Miller, who lived with his wife directly above the Loeffers at 633 Hart Street. According to the Loefflers, when Miller saw the hole in his kitchen, he told the workmen to leave and refused to let them finish the job. The Loefflers asked the landlord to close the hole, but he told the tenants that he was too busy to fix it.
And here’s where the story takes a tumble down the rabbit hole, pun intended.

Because the hole was directly over the Loeffler’s dining room table, the Millers could see their downstairs neighbors while they were eating. One day while the family was dining, a cat belonging to the Millers dropped through the hole and onto the table. Hearing Mrs. Loeffler’s screams, Mrs. Miller rushed to the hole.
Reportedly, Mrs. Miller stumbled and accidentally let a stove lifter fall through the hole (a stove lifter is a metal tool used for lifting the burner plates off the top of a wood- or coal-burning stove). The stove lifter fell on Theodore Loeffler’s arm.

At that point, Loeffler ordered Miller to close the hole.
“I’m not the landlord, and if you want the hole closed you’ll have to do it yourself,” Miller said.
As a reporter for New York Herald wrote, “This conversation took place through the hole.”
The two men got into an argument, and Miller started dropping dishes through the hole. The cat also dropped through the hole and landed on the dining table a few more times over the next few days to add to the chaos.
One day while the Loefflers were at breakfast, Miller began waving a huge army sabre through the hole, just above their heads. He threatened to cut off their heads if they said another word to him.
Then a few nights later, when only Mrs. Loeffler and her daughter were home, Miller dangled his leg–with only his red undergarments on–through the hole. After Mrs. Miller screamed, Miller calmly said “ta ta” and withdrew his leg. Then he put his face in the hole and scowled at the women.
That was the straw–or should I say scowl–that broke the camel’s back. Mrs. Miller took it upon herself to walk to the home of Justice Goetting in Bushwick. She told him that even though they had moved their table away from the hole, Miller continued to throw things down on them, “and several times the cat has come through.”

The judge ordered Deputy Sheriff Denis Winters to go to the Millers’ home and issue an arrest warrant. Not so easily done…
When Officer Winters arrived at the apartment, Miller came running into the room wearing only his nightclothes and carrying what the officer said appeared to be a large German sword. To get away quickly, Winters slid down the banister and reached for the door handle, but not before Miller struck at his head and back with the sword.
A chase down Hart Street lasted for about 5 blocks until Miller fell down and twisted his ankle.

During the court hearing at the Lee Avenue Police Court, Miller and his wife cried, and Miller told the judge that everything that came through the hole had fallen accidentally. I doubt that Miller’s leg or his cat went through the hole by accident.
The case was settled when the judge ordered Miller to close the hole and then move out of the house immediately. The Millers accepted the deal, noting it was much better than putting Miller in jail.
I’m not sure if their cat moved with them or stayed in the apartment with the Loefflers on Hart Street…
For a closer look at the Bushwick neighborhood of Brooklyn, you may enjoy reading about the day it rained cats and dogs in Bushwick.
































