When he was doing Papa in '88, he had a black/white cat that he took
with him for the play. Cat was a trouper... came onstage on cue, and
left. When I got to talk to George afterwards, he parked me and the
cat (the cat LOVED me since I am a cat person anyway) on a couch while
he royally read out a publicist girl who had made a big, BIG booboo.
He never raised his voice, just sliced and diced her into shreds, ever
so quietly. I'll never forget it, and never understood why he
insisted I stay and watch.

rita
--- In georgepeppardmemorialpage@yahoogroups.com, "mad4ugeorge"
<dwt@...> wrote:
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> Anyone now if George had any pets
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