Perhaps it's enjoying the game for what it isthat cats seem to be confused. You smell the ball, realize it's not an animal or catnip ...and then go about resting in the sun or hunting something that is an animal or catnip. Not this nonsense.
Wormhole clearly see previous cockpit cat announcementI think the more pertinent question is where the black cat goes
I grew up drinking the usual popular (and or cheap) US brands until iThe first time I went out boozing with my NY colleagues I couldn't consume enough beer to get properly drunk before other body parts signalled 'enough'. It was bizarre.
Later a couple of us were taken to a mico-brewery close to Battery Park. It was like drinking...... erm... .....coloured warm water taken from a pond..... maybe.... it was vile! Bourbons however.... big fan!
1)went to Montreal to "chaperon" my brother's baseball team and learned about molson bradeur and;
2) went to vermont and learned about home brews and micro brews. I lived rt the next town over from a brewery call long trail that's been pretty successful and my school had a homebrew club
3) rugby
drinking mostly IPA's lately.