Friday, April 8, 2011

Take Me Out to the Ballgame

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.

1 comment:

  1. I'm glad your charismatic cats are well. We've gone with our daughter and her miniature pinscher Tokio to the Angell facility for both emergency and wellness care. We were mightily impressed, and witnessed, discreetly I hope, the grief and anxiety of several waiting pet families. We worried when our daughter, a student, took on her adopted boy, but he has been a compact package of stress release. He's worth every penny of puppy care!! Really love your blog. MaineMom90


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