Well, The Cubs (Mommy's team) finally ended their 108-year drought and won the World Series!
Game Seven was a real nail-biter, and Mommy was too fraught to let me sit in her lap and
be petted offer stress relief. You should have seen her pace, kitties!
Like a Cat on a Hot Tin Roof.
She calmed down enough by Friday morning to resume her duties as Chief Scritcher, Bum-Whapper and Ear Fondler, though; and we both enjoyed watching the victory parade on TV.
I sure hope there's another good sporting season coming up so I get more serious lap time. I also hope that Mommy doesn't forget put on my favorite velour pants.
(He likes the turquoise pair best, the color sets off his fur nicely when he sheds on them--ed.)
XX Felix XX