Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Fish is in Sister the Dog's Cargo carrier. We use the giant dog carrier when we evacuate for storms so all the animals are running around screaming for batteries for their ipods, flashlights and, for Sister, for her manicure kit.
There is no storm in the Gulf.
Instead, Fish is in the carrier with a small litterbox, some books and his turtle hiding quilt. I feel sorry for the wee cat. He shrieks meows to get out.
Whistle is anxious to hear Fish's meows. Sister feels helpless to comfort Fish.
I'm not happy, either.
The screen printer called to O.K. Whistle's order for 40 black t-shirts with large white letters reading "Free Fish". I agreed to this to hush Whistle but I don't think the message will mean the same to everyone. I understand yard signs with the same message are next.
Getting the call from the local newspaper reporter asking about the "Free Fish Movement" startled me.
I feel so sorry Fish whose leg must rest to heal.
Rather worn out with the emotion of it all,