That line, in Stray Cat Strut, has always struck me as the epitome of cool. No cat could say anything hipper or cooler.
I thought of that as I read this humor piece in the weekend Washington Post. It's perhaps the hippest, coolest piece the author could possibly write, at this moment in his career.
Mazal tov to Gene Weingarten. I've never met the man, but he's brought humor to my Sunday mornings for a good many years.