Friday, November 04, 2005

Trevor was dumped off at an animal shelter a co-worker runs out of her home several years back-in a dog crate. For quite some time after we brought him home he'd "call the dogs" at suppertime, sounding incredibly like B. herself: "Come on. You can do it." He eventually quit calling dogs (even though we called, too!) as our pug was always underfoot anyway, and stone deaf to boot.

Today Trevor's calling for cats. We'll be hosting the Carnival of Cats here Sunday evening and we're hoping for an unruly herd of 'em to come streaking through the door. Send in your entry via the Carnival Submission Form (my preference) or email to submissions (at) .

Come on. You can do it.

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