Tater earned himself a new nickname this morning when I hollered, "Tater,
Dammit. Where are my tennis shoes?" So be it. 'Tater Dammit' it shall be -
probably will be shorted to just 'Dammit', we'll just have to see. They were
stuffed up into the box springs under the bed, by the way - two pairs of
them, along with other assorted treasures. Don't Tater just cute? I
guaraaantee.
Michael (Paw Paw} president and founder of FLEA (Ferret Lovers, Enthusiasts
and Admirers)
[Posted in FML issue 1399]