"So I looked back at him – 'Are you SURE you want me to go out there?' He said, 'Yep, go get it.'

"I ran out there and I chased it down – I don't know what I was thinking, but when I picked it up, honestly I thought I was just going to have this cute little jog back into the dugout, and I'd have this little kitten in my hands. I put it in my arms, like, pretty secure to keep it safe. I put my hand like right in front of its mouth, not even thinking anything is going to happen. I take like five steps running and it just latches on to my index finger! That's when I flipped. But I remembered the crowd going wild – oh, I guess we're cheering for that! – so I grabbed it, and I don't have cats, so I didn't know how to grab it, so I'm just trying not to get bit again. I kind of put it in the position that I could.

"I ended up getting bit 3-4 more times and getting scratched up. But the first one was easily the worst – he went into my finger pretty bad, punctured it pretty bad.