At a birthday party for Matilda, the lobby cat at the Algonquin Hotel, there was talk of détente, not between India and Pakistan but between birds and cats.
Christina Zeniou, the hotel's new marketing director, stood beside Mr. Lyons on a recent afternoon and invoked The Tradition as she noted the cozy stained-oak lobby with its heirloom brass "Proper Attire Required" plaque and shamelessly spoiled Matilda, the lobby cat.
If Matilda -- the latest in a distinguished line of Algonquin lobby cats dating back to the 1930's -- would have preferred something rattier, she did not say.
The N.W.P. became a lobby.
Asked about the creature during a lobby briefing for Westminster's press pack, the prime minister's official spokesman said there were "no plans" to bring in a cat to deal with it.
How to feel like a chump: standing in an apartment lobby with a clearly terrified cat, one that is wearing a leash.
John's, a lobbying firm in Albany.
This is a lobbying group, after all.
Ailurophobes howled, blaming the "all-powerful cat lobby" (so teased a reporter on NPR), but the evidence suggests that public taste alone explains the switch.
