Just popped into my mind that this would be a nice(!?) topic for a journal entry.

The other day I was hitting baseball with my siblings and as I hit the first time, I saw a cat sitting calmly on the field. And guess where the ball goes. Yeah, that's right, straight for the cat. The ball was even on a twist towards the cat(cat on the right side of the field, ball coming from the left) and I swear that it was no more than 2 inches away from the cat's head. And when one considers that the ball was flat(hadn't hit the ground, not bounced), the velocity could've been quite fatal for a delicate animal as cats are.

I was just like "that was close..." and went to get the cats out from the field, although after the close call the cat started moving quite fast.

Thank god I'm that lucky sometimes(well, unlucky if considered the odds of the ball hitting a target of its own size 100 ft away). The feeling when the ball flies silently through the air and you know there's nothing you can do is something... very different, full of adrenaline(or some other hormone).

Well, anyway, that's all this time, let's hope no other cat gets in the way of a baseball. BTW, I could even upload a pic of the cat on some of the following days, supposing I've time for that.