Possum was packed and ready for Opening Day until I pointed out that we didn't have tickets.
He said that cats don't need tickets. I said perhaps not, but we did.
He said he would go by himself. I reminded him that he isn't allowed to go out alone until he's at least 12 and able to dial a cell phone. That would be about a decade from now.
So he sulked on his chair as we kept him updated on the score:
At least there was a happy ending.