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Faith and Fear in Flushing made its debut on Feb. 16, 2005, the brainchild of two longtime friends and lifelong Met fans.

Greg Prince discovered the Mets when he was 6, during the magical summer of 1969. He is a Long Island-based writer, editor and communications consultant. Contact him here.

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He Ain't Heavy, He's His Brother

That little fellow with all the stripes is Hozzie when he was a kitten, in the fall of 2002. And that black and white bolster with ears on which he’s resting? That was his big brother Bernie, the cat gracious enough to share his space with an adoring newcomer. Several months after the passing of our beloved Casey, and with the Anaheim Angels’ march to the World Series serving as stirring backdrop, it was a blessing to have Hozzie make usĀ a two-cat family again.

9 comments to He Ain’t Heavy, He’s His Brother

  • Anonymous

    I always love your cat pictures and stories,,,,
    I,too, have the connection between kitties and baseball. I'm not sure what it's about…I just know it exists.

  • Anonymous

    And yet neither one of us is a Tigers fan. Go figure.

  • Anonymous

    Speaking of cute kitties…..have you seen Metstradamus' site?

  • Anonymous

    Post a picture of a cat and leave it there for a week…why didn't I think of that?

  • Anonymous

    Obviously he has more free time than you do….

  • Anonymous

    I love them!!! Bernie was a big boy! When the Fresh Direct guys drop off the grocieries, Napoleon Dynamite always greets them and the one guys says – Hey! It's the fat cat! I'm gonna have to put you on a treadmill!! Napoleon D hates it when I watch baseball though – it not only means he's not the center of attention but when I clap or yell at the TV or something, he gets really spooked!! It's also nice to see the two kits of yours sleeping on the same bed…I have a big bed, and Napoleon claims my feet – Cassie claims the top by me, but lord help her if Napoleon sees her – he gets jealous! He wants all the Coop time. LOL :)

  • Anonymous

    Wouldn't you figure cats who hear people clap and cheer regularly would get used to it? Thunder doesn't bother Hozzie or Avery. But a reaction to a home run (the good kind or the Mota kind) frightens the spit out of them.

  • Anonymous

    A cat picture says a thousand words is all I meant. No need for snideness.

  • Anonymous

    My guys definitely know when Wagner comes in in the ninth. They head for the closet or the basement …..because I'm screaming or cursing or whining.