Yesterday, I wondered what happened to the cat that scampered around on Wrigley Field. Did it jump on Sarah Cubfan’s lap, and scratch her Mark Prior t-shirt jersey? Did it make its way out of the stadium and into Slugger’s, where it was provided milk in a saucer for all its troubles? Did a crazy cat lady scoop it up on Waveland and add it to her collection?

No, no and no. The cat is at a shelter now.

The Wrigley Field cat that ran onto the field during the fourth inning of Tuesday night’s Cubs-Reds game is safe and sound in a local animal shelter, a Cubs spokesman said Wednesday.

A veterinarian who was at the game took the cat after it was captured by a security guard and deposited tail-first into the box seats down the left field line.

Cubs spokesman Peter Chase said the cat was checked out after several employees were bitten or clawed while trying to corral it. He had no update on the results of the exam.

I think this is the part where I tell you to remember to have your pets spayed and neutered.

Have you heard? Out of nowhere, a cat appeared in center field last night during the Cubs-Reds game. Here’s video, which will be taken off of YouTube in the next 24 hours. Watch it while you can!

In that same inning, Jay Bruce hit a foul ball in the Bartman area of the stands, and Alfonso Soriano pursued it a bit, but a fan in the stands snagged it. BUM BUM BUM: THE CUBS ARE SO CURSED AGAIN THIS YEAR. Except, it was a white cat with spots — a calico, apparently — not a black one. And, the Cubs won the game, scoring five runs in the next two innings to take the lead for good.

So maybe these two incidents somehow reversed the black cat 1969 curse and the Bartman one as well? Or maybe there’s no such thing as curses as all. I’m going to go with the latter.

What I really want to know is this: What happened to that cat? It was a such a nice, cute cat.

The headline pretty much ’splains it all. When animals do funny things on the Internet, you don’t even really have to blog. And when that happens, in the words of Dave Chappelle, it is sweet.

(HT: ShamSports, via ShareBros)

So, I knew there was that whole black cat Ron Santo incident at Shea back in ‘69, but I was not privy to the fact that cats actually chill out in Shea like, for their home. I suppose it’s a sort of cutesy, endearing quality to the stadium — unlike the loud airplanes.

But what is going to happen to all the kitties now that the stadium is getting torn down? THINK ABOUT THE CATS PEOPLE.

“They’re part of Mets lore,” said Bryan Kortis of Neighborhood Cats, a Manhattan rescue group. “So why not keep them around?”

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A spokeswoman for the city Parks Department said Shea staff believes only one or two cats live at the ballpark. She said when cats are caught, they are taken to shelters.

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Kortis estimated the stadium may be home to 20 to 40 cats, based on Shea’s size and its proximity to Flushing Bay, which makes the Willets Point section of Queens a haven for rodents.

“When they take out a tarp and roll it and a cat pops up … it’d be unlikely there’d only be one or two,” Kortis said.

I agree with this Kortis fellow; I think the cats should be brought over to Citi Field. Then they can dress them up in little Mets uniforms and have them be bat boys and girls. Actually, I think Willie Randolph’s aversion to this mandate was the reason he got fired.

(Via Fark.)