Kitty Loves Sports On TV

Our new kitty is named for Sitka, an island in the southeastern part of Alaska, generally referred to as part of the Inside Passage. He is fairly young and the runt of the litter, as was the last cat – also named for a small town and peninsula in lower Alaska, Kenai.

“Our” has a custody meaning to it. Sitka Kitty isn’t really mine, but someone has to take care of him when his owner is away. Until such time as cats learn how to operate can openers, we are their indispensable friends; when that happens, all bets are off.

Russia can invade its former satellite Georgia; the current administration can go down in flames and corruption. Kitty cares not. But let the news anchor introduce the sports guy and Sitka sits down right in front of the tv, watching every move.

The Olympics coverage has been unending orgiastic pleasure for this furball and the flame itself drives him crazy. Swimming has gone over well, but the track meets are especially his favorites. He has occasionally jumped up to grab at the racers and even the pole vaulters are lucky he can’t reach through the screen at them.

Maybe that goes with being a guy; I don’t know. I am, and have not the slightest interest in sports. Sitka is and can’t tear himself away from the tv whenever there are two or more people in competition.

He’d be worn out if his prime house had ESPN.