Autographing!

But he got done, finally, Barney and I were shocked, considering the fact that he seemed like he picked up every single baseball (via the tail).  He headed right over to where Smokey was standing.  I put stress on the was because Smokey disappeared in the huge cat pile that had been waiting for him.  Well, we went over there too and I blocked out Barney complaining that we should've stood there all along.

Boy does he complain a lot...meow...what a goof...

Well, when we got to the pile, we couldn't shove in.  There wasn't a point, claws were out and tails were batting around all over the place.  I got bonked in the head a couple of times.  Well, (and we learned this from our owner) when you have a situation like this, you don't claw your way in, you jump and that's exactly what we did.

I'm not sure how long it took but I came out with an autograph and so did Barney.  But we never saw Smokey.  What happened to Smokey?  I was starting to get scared that she got trampled...