Sorry, I didn't mean to imply that there is a connection between cats and baseball. I leave that for other minds to construe.
This morning on my walk I saw this cat posing in post-Halloween attitude. She waited patiently while I took several exposures. I suspect she is accustomed to modeling.
Here's the eight ounces of black Welsh Mountain wool I spun during the World Series. It will have to be washed & blocked. I'll leave it as singles. It's coarse and has tiny white hairs mixed in with the black. I think it will be a very nice tapestry weft, or perhaps a pattern weft in lampas weaving.
The remote control is just where I left it before I went to bed halfway through game 7. I'm reminded of my age. I grew up in New Jersey, very close to New York City, and I still find myself referring to the Dodgers as "Brooklyn." Sigh.