Jane Fonda pops up at NYC’s annual animal blessing event — then chows down on some Harlem fried chicken

This time it’s Jane’s jungle

Earlier this month, NYC’s largest Gothic cathedral celebrated the annual feast day of St. Francis of Assisi and his ancient Blessing of the Animals.

For 11 years, until the pandemic, I hosted a similar animal’s holiday at St. John the Divine. We loved all — the young, babies, healthy, strays, police dogs, the sick, frail, old, rescues, a frog, fish in containers, turtles, horses outside, sheep, pigs, cows, camels, donkeys, chickens, goats.

Even a choir and a rabbi for the Jewish animals. Police rerouted traffic. I remember His Eminence Cardinal Dolan flat on the floor petting a Chihuahua — while a Great Dane awaited his turn.

We had prayers, choir, music, scripture, photographers, reporters, clean-up people. Approximately 2,000 New Yorkers and their furry, feathered, scaly family members.

Now at Amsterdam and 110th. Jane Fonda chatted with the Cathedral’s first-ever female dean. Fonda, after the Procession of the Animals, headed to Harlem for fried chicken and collard greens at Melba’s.

City ’scapes

Lindsay Lohan at Hudson Yards. Staring out the window. Her interest? Not the husband. It was the view — plus Champagne and caviar . . . Alyssa Milano at Avra on Sixth Avenue inhaling fish . . . ­Bethenny Frankel at ZZ’s Club eyeing untouched pizza and discussing her Scorpio sign . . . WANT Jackie Gleason’s old house — marble and teak, 7,000 feet of all round rooms? Try $5.5 mil . . . Mike Pompeo at the Waldorf’s Alfred E. Smith dinner said the cardinal was a former CIA operative and the Vatican’s black smoke should be retitled white smoke.

Making scenes

PR specialist James Fragale and David Muir exercising at Equinox. Soon one will fit into a tighter suit . . . NEW kid on the block is Seinfeld’s filmmaker daughter. Sascha’s shortie “The Final Cut” stars Ali Wentworth and Henry Winkler who plays God. A writer, not a filmmaker, she says: “I work a normal job.”

Listen up, folks

LETTING our gov know NY has no tax rebate for syndicated shows. Jersey, yes. Connecticut, yes. New York? No . . . J. Lopez: “ ‘Kiss of the Spider Woman’ we hadn’t enough rehearsal. The director wanted only one take. Very challenging. Should have had — like other musicals — 12 months to do it . . . Foreign travel’s shriveled. Afghans are sending possible guests “The Finest Hotel in Kabul: A People’s History of Afghanistan.” Very thin book.

Foreign affairs

Italy’s ultimate getaway is their Casa di Langa. $14,375 per person, includes a hot-air balloon ride. At dawn yet . . . AND fie on Britain’s kvetching. Why not smack their other badly behaved prince of a guy who does nothing but follow his unemployed stormtrooper wife but is too cheap to spring for his own security.

Me, like I say, I’m too soft-spoken to actually say such a thing.

TODAY’S rules. Convicted? You’re let loose. College? Study hate. School? You still can’t write or read. Career? Move in with your parents. Work? Naah. Take drugs. Your country? Naah, burn the flag. Want antiques? Take a close-up of Pelosi.

And that’s only here, kids — only in the God bless us United States of America.