Girls, I Hate To Have To Tell You This, But...........

                           No, darlings, Hamlet is not dead, but he is no longer at The Algonquin.

                           Here is what happened--

                            As part of my birthday celebration, we went into Manhattan to see the musical "Buena Vista Social Club." It was a delightful afternoon, with dazzling choreography by Justin Peck.  But I will post on that later.

                               When in the Theater District, having to go to the bathroom, especially when age and bladder control are problematic, where does one go?  The theater has not opened yet, and some places do not have rest rooms.

                                   The answer, readers, is The Algonquin.  It is classy, clean, and I was looking forward to some time with Hamlet.  We did not see him on the floor, which was not unusual, but when I asked someone at the front desk, I was told Hamlet was no longer here; that his health was failing, he was having stomach problems, so he has retired to a residence in a fancy Manhattan apartment, with other cats he can socialize with.  A feline retirement community!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  This happened in September.

                                    By the way, my David retired October 10.  He is here with me.  We are both enjoying it.

                                   Still, I was broken hearted.  Hamlet was an engaging, loving cat, and always made himself available to me, and I gave him lots of love and attention.  If I knew where he was, I would try and visit him.  I asked if they were planning on getting another cat, and was told yes, but not till March.  That made me feel better, but I hope the cat is as loving as Hamlet.

                                      I shall never forget you, Hamlet.  You loved your guests, and they loved you.

                                     Wishing you a Happy Retirement, Hamlet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!