The idea was sound. Tara's owner, Roger Triantafilo, was to sort of shove the cat against the ball, which would be pulled toward home plate by a bit of fishing line. But it didn't work. Then it didn't work again. Or a third time. So Triantafilo just threw the ball himself while holding the cat close to it, and I'd say that qualifies as a cat throwing out a first pitch.

I shouldn't make fun. Over the last week, Tara has saved a life and balked in a minor league baseball game. In that same timeframe, my own cat's crowning achievement is puking directly onto my laptop. Congratulations, Tara: You're a credit to diffident furgoblins everywhere.