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Peanuts, Cracker Jacks and Tuna

from the NY Times -

Think Baseball Is Boring? Maybe a Cat Will Help

When The New York Times asked readers how to fix baseball, we all neglected to consider the obvious answer: cats.

Seldom does traditional baseball please a crowd the way a renegade feline scampering across the infield can. Few home runs are as gratifying as a groundskeeper futilely chasing a cat who is having absolutely no part of it.

On Tuesday, fans of the Miami Marlins were delighted to stop watching baseball for a bit as a stray cat evaded capture in the outfield.

Giancarlo Stanton, the Marlins’ all-star right fielder, tried to directly approach the cat as it burrowed under the outfield wall. An overconfident Marlins employee tried to pet the cat, who declined the overture and scurried away.

A pink advertisement for T-Mobile on the outfield wall caught the cat’s eye, and it leaped toward the heavens, scaling the advertisement. For a moment it seemed stuck under a yellow ledge, but it proved no obstacle as the cat found its way higher, above the outfield wall and clear of the field.

“Look at this cat,” Rich Waltz, a Marlins announcer, beamed on the team’s broadcast. “Terrific stuff by the cat. Outstanding!”

The cat settled itself away from the dirty hands of humans on a gaudy sculpture that lights up, sprays water and does other gaudy things on the occasion of each Marlins home run. It lay down on a portion of the sculpture painted to look like water but found no tuna or minnows.

The Catwalk by the Ocean

The cats and I went to Ocean City, Maryland to participate in the Pet Threadz Fashion Expo.

 The ride down was fine, but the weather was less than hospitable (wet, windy and cold). It was too cold to walk the cats on the boardwalk, and it didn't look as if the weather would warm enough to swing it.

The hotel (LaQuinta Inn) was clean and comfortable.  I even managed an ocean view, albeit blocked mostly by the Hilton.  It was funny, the Hilton just towering above as if to say "This is what you losers get for not staying with us."  Despite this, the cats managed to snuggle in and catch some nap time.  With kidz secured, I ventured out Friday night to find a good meal and a drink. Barn34 was the place to be, I recommend it.

On Saturday morning, we went to the Powell Convention Center.  We did a meet and greet with other participants as well as visit the booths of the rescue organizations in attendance. Later that afternoon,  we did Rescue Rocks the Runway Fashion Show and costume contest.   We didn't win anything, not that we were trying. We had a bit of a wardrobe malfunction, and I had to carry both cats across the runway, which didn't highlight their lovely outfits well. No matter, a good time was had by all.  I was with our friend, Teri of Coco the Couture Cat. Coco won bet pet presentation or course, #DivaontheCatWalk.  Later that evening, Teri and I went to Guido's Mexican restaurant; a mediocre meal at best, not worth the price.

I woke up Sunday morning thinking that my weekend was going to be a bust and instead rose to a glorious sunrise.  The mighty wind turned to a slight breeze, the dampness dried and the warmth came.  We were able to get that boardwalk stroll after all. Coco, Moshe Moshi, and Lexi Liu drew tons of attention, so much so that we may create a fundraiser out of it (I'll let you know).  It was an excellent conclusion to our weekend.

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