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That’s right, my increasingly pudgy-fingered players, you used to want to be irons—ready to strike. Now you want to be cats—playing with toys until your overindulgence in organic treats catches up with you and you fall asleep belly-up.
Now I will go to my penthouse, to retire, and sit on my terrace overlooking Park Avenue and feel the sun on my triangular face. I will be the last generation of Americans able to do that. Enjoy your cat."