It may be important to note that Travis does not wear a loin cloth, nor
does he wear anything at all under his trousers. We know this because
when a coalition of women at the last Canadian symposium won the high
bid Travis had to be surrounded by said group of women holding a table
cloth so that he could decently remove the treasured pants. I did not
see, but can imagine, Travis, holding tightly to his tablecloth skirt,
getting in an elevator and heading down the hall to his room in order
to "redress".

Since that time the "Travis pants" have traveled around the country and
in Oregon they once again made money for the BFFs. Where are they now,
you may ask? I have them in a brown paper bag in the back of my truck.
Next fall I will launder them with the shelter bedding and bring them
to Pittsburgh. Poor Travis. Have we no pity? Only Bob's pants have
probably traveled further and for longer.

Bobbi McC, KC Ferret Hotline and Shelter

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