Last October, I wrote about a store in New York called The Little Lebowski Shop, dedicated to all things Big Lebowski-related. That’s owner Roy Preston in the picture, in front of the store with his cat, Misha. On Friday, I received a cryptic comment on the post, from someone calling herself “bluehairedcatlady”, saying Misha had disappeared, alleging Roy “hated anyone who was nice to Misha” and that “he thinks he can do whatever he wants to her and no one will care.”
Serious allegations. And it seemed like there might be an interesting story there, so I asked Mr. Preston about it. Let’s just say I think I was right. This was his response:
Dear Vince,
I moved into an apartment that allows pets. I took Misha home. The day after I took her to her new pad, one of the women in Misha’s fan club flew into a panic of epic proportions. This woman liked to bang on the front window of my store at 8:30 AM sharp every morning and then scream at the top of her lungs, “MEISH! COME TO THE WINDOW!” This was usually followed by five minutes of her telling Misha what an asshole I was for leaving her in the store by herself. (This woman also famously once told me that she had a psychic connection with Misha. Believe it or not, Misha told her that living with me made her miserable.)





