McSorley’s Old Ale House in New York City’s East Village has a resident feline, Minnie the Second. A female patron, Cheryl Sibley, 53, of New Jersey, claims Minnie attacked her so viciously back in October 2009 that she had to be hospitalized. She has filed a lawsuit.
The 156-year-old pub has always had cats. After the Health Department fined the place for a cat on the bar, they aren’t allowed to roam freely during drinking hours, so how Minnie crossed paths with Sibley remains a mystery. Nor does McSorley’s owner, Matthew Maher, recall the incident. You’d think someone would have yelled if a blood-thirsty feline was mauling a customer.
Here’s some video of Minnie, the deadly predator:
I managed to reach Minnie by phone. It’s unlikely they’ll allow her to testify in her own defense at the trial, so she wants to set the record straight here.
Adele: Do you remember the night Cheryl Sibley was in McSorley’s?
Minnie: No. I was out back. I play by the rules.
A: So I guess you can’t shed any more light on what she’s saying you did to her?
M: As a matter of fact, I can, if you wanna hear the truth. But the Health Department ain’t gonna like it. When this doll claims I “attacked her,” I was out back playing bouncer to the rats.
M: Yeah, Adele. It’s New York. If Sibley felt something warm and fuzzy gnawing on her, it was vermin — although I’d even doubt that. Not to toot my own horn, but I’m a almost a legend as a ratter.
A: So you’re saying if anything did bite or scratch Ms. Sibley, it was a rat?
M: I’d stake my ninth life on it. And I wish her rotsa ruck getting one of those guys to show up — let alone pay up — in court. They’d just as soon give her the plague, if you know what I mean.
So there you have it. To further prove her lovability, Minnie told me that she’s known among her many admirers as “Minnie the Moocher.”
(Thank you to Cats Working reader, and my namesake, Adele, for sending the lead for this story from Eater.)