I had not seen my boy-cat ‘Gold the entire game. He was off sleeping in some other part of the house. Immediately before the fumble, he came in to the den and jumped up on my lap.
Now, this cat is white with orange points, kind of like our road whites.
When he jumped up on me, I scratched him on the head and said, “‘Gold, you’re the magic cat. You got to bring a good thing for the Longhorns!”
And the rest, my friends, is history.
Now, this cat is white with orange points, kind of like our road whites.
When he jumped up on me, I scratched him on the head and said, “‘Gold, you’re the magic cat. You got to bring a good thing for the Longhorns!”
And the rest, my friends, is history.