I just read an article in The NY Times about the Algonquin Hotel’s famous cat, Matilda. Well, we have a cat at the Chelsea too, and she could kick Matilda’s ass. Our cat’s name is Suki, which the
owner 
says is Japanese for “Love,” though I have reason to doubt the veracity of that translation. Suki likes to hang out in the hallway, greeting tourists. Just the other day I was listening in when some innocent Midwesterners decided to approach our charming feline mascot: “Oh look at the little kitty!” a woman exclaimed. “Such a pretty kitty! What a good kitty! Here kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty…….SHIT!!!!!
Suki has mangy black fur, one eye and one and a quarter ear. She is so fat that she can’t lick the fur on her back and consequently it’s matted and stiff. She travels between floors – via the fire escape – and sleeps in whatever room she pleases. If she doesn’t like you, she’ll poop in front of your door.
The Algonquin’s cat, Matilda, apparently receives lots of fan mail. We think Suki should get mail too, though obviously it would have to be hate mail. There’s a woman who sends Matilda cryptic collages of rabbits on a moped and of the Geico gecko and the like. This woman is as nutty as a fruitcake. She should check into the Hotel Chelsea and get to know Suki. Lucky Matilda even got a letter from a death row inmate – though for some reason they didn’t want to encourage this at the Algonquin. Believe you me, we will do everything in our power to encourage such letters here at the Hotel Chelsea. Death row inmates, mental patients, skid row bums: write to our damn cat! (Ed Hamilton)
Over at 23rd & 7th blog, Carie Bedsore also reports on the cats of the Chelsea Hotel.
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