Ruth's return

On the final play of the game Rock's cat Ruth intercepted a pass and ran it thirty-four yards for a Seattle Seahawks touchdown. Rock was thrilled. He knew Ruth needed to score at least nine more fantasy points for him to win the $100,000 grand prize, and it appeared to Rock that she had.
Still, he watched from his bed in Levy and struggled with a simple calculation. He was nearly certain that fantasy rules awarded six points for a touchdown and one tenth of a point for each return yard, but could not convince himself that what Ruth had done added to nine or more points.
Ruth wanted out of the house. Rock wasn't sure he should let her go until the fantasy matter was settled. He also wondered whether Ruth's original owners would try to horn in on the jackpot, whose very existence he had begun to question.
Rock wasn't sure of anything. He paused to consider. Could this be real? He remembered that the preseason schedule had yet to start, and knew that no game in the history of the NFL would ever be played through daybreak, and, wait a minute, shit, cats don't play pro football.
Of course.
He let Ruth out.