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9/15/2003
So I have a new roommate. She has a cat... Patches. I have yet to explain cat bowling to her but otherwise, the move went without nary a hitch. The sport of kings long before tennis usurped that mantle, Cat Bowling enjoys a large following in countries where cats flow like wine. Countries like Greece, where the current reigning cat bowling king, Mikos Santorini, and his cat, 9-pin Perseus, reside. As you can imagine, it's rather difficult procuring just the right cat for cat bowling. A typical cat bowling cat has four paws with an even number of digits not to exceed five digits per paw. Of course, fans of this sport are well aware of the controversy surrounding the "six-toed cat" debacle that was made famous by Hemingway in his lesser-known first novel about cat bowling's history, "The Cream Also Rises." Cats with six toes are obviously better suited but are considered to be bad form in most cat bowling circles or "sliders" as aficionados of the sport call themselves. So, once a well-pawed and evenly digited feline is procured, one must also find adequate playing surfaces. Long hallways are best but in a pinch, filthy backalleys can be used. I retired from the circuit in the late 90s when Mika, my cat bowling cat, moved out with my first roommate, Karen. She didn't understand the attraction, neigh, the addiction one develops for cat bowling. My quest for the coveted "catas trophy," handed out each year for the top cat bowler ended before it began. Although, Patches may very well be just the right cat for the job. Stay tuned.

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