The Cats of Grand Central Station

" If we don’t care about our past, how can we care about our future" – Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis

By 1964 New York's Grand Central Terminal had developed an escalating RAT situation which called for a solution, so a team of twelve rescued cats was rounded up into a RAT disposing dozen, instructed to expel unwanted rodents from the station…

With a Rag-Tag, Rat-Catching team of Cats assembled, we embarked in our mission to dispose of the minimal mammal... Our fine group of felines flung forth with frisky Brown and Grey Tabbies, Siamese, Tonkinese and Burmese Furs found frowning, and a Manx so large, it looked more like a giant ball of shag pile carpet... Just as well two hairy Persians with Fur so long it looked like hair, periodically mopped the station's marble floor with flair.

As you probably suspected, the illegal rodent did not meet the ill fate whch humans expected...

And the cats had fun! - the station at their command, in joyful days where snacks abounded, a daily ritual that often ended in oyster dinners below the stars - under the ceiling’s constellation.

"It's a Cat's Life I tell you"... was the 'cat-cry’ the day!

Alas our luck was minimal and we soon meowed in pain, as it was plain, that once again, we had been booted - banished from the station, "on the run" and searching for absolution from Humane Society frustrations!

Hi, my name is Lucy. I'm the biggest, orangest, Tabby Cat you've ever met!