From today’s NY Times Metropolitan Diary:
This happened on the day I brought my kitten, now an elderly cat, home to my apartment in Chelsea from the A.S.P.C.A. shelter on East 92nd Street.They gave me a cardboard travel crate to carry her, and I took her on the 6 train downtown. Almost as soon as the train started moving, she began to cry and wail. I was self-conscious then, but when a huge and rather intimidating man — dressed like a biker, with chains and a neck tattoo — sat down across from me and began to stare, I couldn’t wait for the ride to end.Then he spoke — “My kitty does the same thing” — and gave a sympathetic nod and grin.