Victor Kerlow Dear Diary:
Starting my walk home the balmy afternoon of Aug. 14 on West 85th Street, I spied a man with a cat on a leash.
Just the idea was funny enough for me, but the man was slumped against the wall, clearly exhausted, while the cat sat nearby, calmly washing her face.
I guess the cat won.
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