Cat on Tenement House Steps, photo by Jacob Riis, 1890. Museum of the City of New York Collections

A tenement house in New York is any building or part thereof which is occupied as the residence of three families or more living independently of each other and doing their own cooking in the premises. It includes apartment houses, flat houses and all other houses of similar character.”

–John J. Murphy, Commissioner of the Tenement House Department, Proceedings of the Academy of Political Science in the City of New York, April 1915

The Grid and the Tenement House

Manhattan’s rectangular grid plan of streets, established by the Commissioners’ Plan of 1811, allowed for standard building lots measuring 25 feet by 100 feet. These long and narrow lots were OK for the old frame houses and smaller row houses that had been constructed in the 1700s or early 1800s. But the “old-law” tenements constructed in the mid-1800s tended to occupy about 90 percent of the lots, which did allow much room for natural light or air shafts.

Those buildings that did not occupy the entire lot often featured “rear tenements” in the back yards, which provided even fewer windows and worse conditions for the residents than did the buildings facing the streets. The dense, crowded, and unregulated conditions created a perfect breeding ground for disease and disaster.

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The cats of Morton Street, Trinity Church Property
The Anglican cats of Morton Street loved to stalk the fish carts on Fridays.

On a late summer day in 1909, during the dog days of August, to be exact, a reporter for the New York Sun noted that there were almost as many cats on Morton Street as there were politicians. I’m not sure if he meant “as there were politicians on Morton Street” or if he meant “as there were politicians throughout New York or the entire country,” but I still laughed when I read that comment.

To demonstrate his point, the reporter shared a tale about a young mother named Sadie Martin, who had a remarkable encounter with several felines while making her way home one day.

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This is not Anna Kaiser, but I can imagine her looking like this, albeit, with about 10 more cats on her lap and shoulders.

Anna Kaiser was a crazy cat women. Her husband, Hans, was not crazy about cats. Magistrate Ommen of the Yorkville Police Court had to take one side or the other, whether he liked cats or not.

Before the couple married, Anna (née Ammann) had about 50 cats. She agreed to get rid of 20 of them to please her would-be husband. I’m not sure how she did this; I’m pretty sure I don’t want to know.

I’m also not sure why he went along with the deal, but for some reason Hans agreed to marry Anna even though she still had 30 cats.

By 1903, Hans and Anna were living in their tenement apartment at 343 East 47th Street with about 20 or 30 cats, give or take a few. Hans supported his wife and her feline friends by working as a maltster, possibly at one of the many breweries in their Turtle Bay neighborhood.

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New York Times, June 15, 1897

On the morning of June 15, 1897, a large fire destroyed the immigrant landing station that covered most of Ellis Island, causing a property loss of close to $1 million for the United States Government.

Every immigrant escaped unharmed, thanks to the watchmen, attendants, doctors, and nurses who came to their rescue. All of the employees were also accounted for, thanks to the heroic pet dog of Dr. Joseph H. Senner, the Commissioner of Immigration.

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How far would your cats be willing to go to catch a rat? Would they be willing to jump in a river like this barge office cat Old New York once did?

I can safely bet that Boo and Misha would never go swimming to catch a rat.

My two cats live indoors, and I’ve yet to see any type of rodent in my house, but I’d make a pretty high wager that neither Boo nor Misha would jump into a lake or river to catch a rat. In fact, I can easily picture them putting on the jelly-bean brakes at the edge of the water and watching the rodent swim away.

Richard II the Barge Office cat was an extraordinary exception to the feline rules. According to his owner, policeman Richard “Dick” Ganley, Richard II would do anything to catch a rat—he’d even jump into the Upper Bay and swim toward Governors Island or the Statue of Liberty in hot pursuit. Richard II could swim better than any duck, and it never took him long to catch up with the swimming rodents. According to Dick, his namesake always came out the winner, whether hunting rats by land or by sea.

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