Last night I stirred awake to see the cat perched on the window sill next to my bed, staring intently out the glass. I immediately deduced that he was determined to get into next year's Superbowl, and since most of the curtains in the house had been drawn, that was the best place to be noticed. After briefly chiding the poor thing for his obviously ridiculous plan I rolled over and returned to my slumber.

Upon further reflection I think the cat probably has no idea what football is.