Still having flashbacks from the 60s, the old hippie saw nothing unusual about a cat in a baseball uniform.
Heathcliff is dressed in a little baseball uniform, standing on the contents of his litter box which has been dumped in a field. Apparently there is a question of ownership concerning the pile, as Heathcliff is staring down a hippie in a mini-robe over it. The shortness of the hippie's robe has so frightened a child in the background that the boy, his eyes wide with terror, has raised a baseball bat in self defense. Behind the child, a small mummy surveys the scene.
Heathcliff's animal trainer, unable to move with his feet buried in he ground, is talking to Pop. Pop, having lost his legs below the knees, is balanced on the fence.
And so another normal day passes in the life of Heathcliff.
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