Sunday, April 25, 2004While my Mom and Dad walked 10.6 miles in the Big Sur Marathon, I spent time with Mack and his cat, Elvis. It's a strange thing: I like to play with Elvis much more than she likes to play with me. It must be that great divide that exists between dogs and cats. Anyway, the three of us watched the Giants get tromped by the Dodgers, nine zip!.