Until the day I climbed the narrow stairs to Margaret Cosgrove’s canvas-crammed apartment, I had known her chiefly as “the cat lady.” She was, I knew, ready day or night to climb a scaffold or go out on a limb—literally—to rescue some “poor little kitty.” … Back to Article
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