Does heaven have rats?

I've been doing a lot of pinching lately. Checking to make sure I'm still alive, awake and doing/seeing/hearing/eating the things that I am. Seriously, I have the bruises to prove it. Kidding. NY is all the cliche, juxtapositions of grit and glam that you read about. I saw a rat slink across the subway tracks right after I traipsed through Bergdorf's. And I think I'm in heaven!