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I wandered into the hotel 12 years ago and never checked out … Often people stop to pet me … sometimes they bring treats The chef is forbidden to feed me leftovers … if a bite of Peking duck breast or parmesan-crusted halibut is proffered, I'll never tell I'm told some people find cats a nuisance, but au contraire! … not the children who wriggle from their parents' grasp to play with me … and not the Dalai Lama, who has blessed me … and surely not Karl Lagerfeld, who once stayed for a week and renamed me Coco He let me play with Choupette, his blue-cream tortie Birman, an obvious aristo-cat who had her own room When the famous couturier offered to take me back to Paris with him, I declined 72