The camp’s email fields approximately 40-60 emails a day, and only 10-15 of them are ever actual correspondence (and not just weekly newsletters, ads for Russian brides, etc). I usually use the subject line as a determining factor for if I hit the “Delete” button while sifting through these emails.
Yesterday, I came across a reminder from Yankee magazine letting us know that there was still time to enter the 2011 Cutest Cat In New England photo contest. Of course this wouldn’t pertain to us, we don’t have any animals at camp except Espresso the cow who lives up the road at our retreat center. As my right ring-finger was poised to scrap the email, it occurred to me that we didn’t necessarily need a real cat to enter the contest.
So I let off an Andrew-summon, which goes something like this: AAAANNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDDRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWW
I explained to him that the only way we could enter and feasibly win was to dress Jeff as a cat and photograph him. He conceded. Unfortunately, we couldn’t convince Jeff that the prize of An Assortment of 100% Pure Cat Nip, 2 Cat Nip Mice and a Catnip Kitty Comforter was worth dressing as a cat, and he refused.
I turned, listless and forlorn, to Andrew. I knew it was a lost cause, but still let out a pre-defeated sigh, “Please, please will you dress up as a cat.” I went on to suggest that perhaps more people be potential cats, and they could ro-sham (rock, paper, scissors) for the honor to make it fair.
The best part of this conversation was the 10 seconds of face morphing as Andrew tried to think of the best possible rejection to provide.
“Only if Travis agrees to ro-sham for it,” were his conditions as he settled on a typical Andrew emotionless-stare (though seasoned with a well-concealed self-confident smirk.) Andrew seemed to think that 1. Travis would never agree to this, 2. If Travis ever agreed to this he could beat him in ro-sham and 3. The risk was well-worth seeing Travis dressed as a cat.
After 20 minutes of thoughtful convincing (read: pestering), Travis agreed with a gentle “ALRIGHT, WHATEVER.”
Travis throws scissors, Andrew throws paper.
Meet New England’s Cutest Cat of 2011

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Next Day Follow-Up: Still haven’t seen our photos show up in Yankee‘s online gallery…