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Orange & Orange - Attorneys at Paw Tracy Horenbein Ref. No. 709016ch Length 5102 words

Summary

Orange & Orange, Attorneys at Paw, is based on a fictional feline law firm. Charismatic orange tabby partners Phred and Louis handle their first case - The Case of the Missing Catnip. These two feline professionals, along with the help of their friends, bring justice to cats and dogs everywhere. This book was created, BY POPULAR DEMAND, as a result of the Orange & Orange - Attorneys at Paw myspace profile. The book and concept already has a built-in fanbase of enthusiastic supporters. Cats (and their humans) worldwide want to join this dynamic feline duo.

From The Book

Orange & Orange: Attorneys at Paw

Book One – The Case of the Missing Catnip

By Tracy Horenbein

Louis woke up extra early and jumped out of bed. He was so excited and could hardly sleep the night before. Today was the day he started his new job at the paw firm of Orange & Orange. Many qualified kitties had applied for positions at the prestigious firm, but Louis was carefully selected. His qualifications were more than suitable. The boss was impressed by his above average intelligence and youthful enthusiasm. The fact that Louis was an orange tabby didn’t hurt either. Somehow, the company name made more sense with Louis on staff.

He ran into the bathroom and began grooming himself for his big day. Looking into the mirror, he carefully started rubbing his whiskers. They all had to be perfectly straight. He began cleaning his bright orange fur, making sure that it shined in the sunlight. Finally, he washed his little white paws. Being a kitty with four white boots was not easy, but Louis had to keep his paws extra clean for work.

As he finished getting ready, Louis remembered back to when he was a kitten. His mother used to tell him that his paws looked like they had been dipped in ice cream. The memory made him purr.

“Oh boy, I’ve got to get going!” said Louis. “I don’t want to be late on my first day.” He grabbed his collar and headed out the door.

*****

The paw firm was buzzing with activity. It was a typical Monday morning. Kitties were strolling around the office preparing for incoming cases. Senior Partner Phred had not made it in yet. Being the boss definitely had its advantages. The senior orange tabby was a legend around many territories. His regal demeanor and extensive travel made him highly respected among professional felines worldwide.

“Quick everybody!” said the little calico at the front desk. “Phred is coming!”

Bijou was the paw firm’s receptionist, and monitored all activity coming in and out of the office. She had a certain knack for engaging herself in the affairs of others. Phred referred to her talents as simply being a snoop. Bijou preferred to think of herself as inquisitive.

“Everybody look busy!” she said, as the kitties ran back into their offices.

“Good morning Bijou!” said Phred as he walked in the front door. “It looks like the purrfect day to solve some cases,” he yelled down the hallway. “I hope you felines are feeling frisky and ready to work!”

Bijou shook her fluffy tail as Phred entered his private suite. She really didn’t feel much like working. Her thoughts were on the birds that kept landing on the windowsills beside her desk. She very much wanted to go outside and have a word with them, as they were quite distracting. Just as she stepped closer to the window in an effort to scare them away, the front door slowly opened.

“If you’re trying to sell us more of those fuzzy mice, we’ve already got enough” she said, expecting the salesman to get the message.

“Fuzzy mice?” said the voice behind the door. “Do we really get to play with fuzzy mice here?” said Louis as he carefully entered the office.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” said Bijou, a bit embarrassed. “I thought you were that annoying fuzzy mice salesman. He stops by here every week and tries to get rid of his defective mouse products. I’ve explained to him that as soon as you start playing with the mice, the tails fall off, leaving them completely useless.”

“I’m actually here for the job,” said Louis. “Phred said that the paw firm needed some help, and that I should start right away.”

“Well Phred didn’t say anything to me about any new kitties,” said Bijou. “Wait here while I verify your story.”

Louis stood quietly in the reception area, scratching his head. Bijou stepped into Phred’s office, feeling a bit confused.

“Excuse me Phred,” she mumbled. “Do you know anything about…”

“Yes Bijou. His name is Louis, and he is the new Junior Partner,” Phred quickly replied. “Perhaps if you spent a little less time worrying about those birds outside your window and the fuzzy mice, you would see the note I left on your desk last week.”

Bijou twitched her whiskers and ran back to her desk. “Apparently you are correct Mr. Louis,” she said. “I was extremely busy with some important letters last week, and had not gotten to your file.”

“That’s ok,” Louis said smiling. “I get distracted too sometimes.”

“Your office is just down the hall on the left,” said Bijou. “The café is around the corner, and the community litter boxes are down the hall to your right. Phred is the only one with a private litter box, and he doesn’t like sharing. One more thing, if you smell anything slightly repulsive, it’s just the barkers. Phred likes to hire dogs as security guards. He’s an equal opportunity feline, and actually gets along with the barkers. We don’t dare question the boss’s authority.”

“Thanks for your help,” said Louis. “Oh, and by the way, the mice are still fun to play with after the tails fall off,” he said, as he winked and walked away purring.

*****

Louis stepped into his new office and slowly looked around. It was a small space, but very quiet and comfortable. There was no window, but it did have a nice little goldfish bowl with a note attached. “Welcome to the Paw Firm,” said the note. Louis began rubbing his little orange cheeks on the corners of his desk, making the place smell more familiar to him. He was excited to meet the other kitties working in the office, but didn’t want to disturb anyone. Just as he started looking through the items on his desk, the intercom on the corner began buzzing.

“Good afternoon felines! The lunch special today is tuna casserole.”

“Mmmmm…..tuna casserole sound delicious,” Louis said to himself. “I should try to get some work done before I take my lunch break. I don’t want to make a bad impression on my first day.”

Although it was hard to concentrate with the thought of tuna casserole so close by, Louis began looking through the files that were prepared for him. He noticed one file was marked “urgent” in bright red ink. As he opened the file, he saw a note that only had one sentence on it. The note said “Please see me immediately for special instructions,” signed “Phred.”

Louis sat up very straight for a moment, trying to control his excitement. This was his first assignment, and he could hardly wait to find out the details.

He looked over at the goldfish. “I think I’ll call you Nugget,” Louis said. Then he trotted out the door, down the hallway to Phred’s office.

*****

As Louis approached Bijou’s desk, he noticed that she was taking what appeared to be an afternoon catnap.

“Excuse me Bijou,” he said, gently nudging her paw.

“What! Why did you sneak up on me like that?” she said, looking completely startled. “It’s not nice to sneak up on someone when they’re working. Didn’t anyone ever teach you that?”

“Well, it looked like you were sleeping,” Louis said, trying not to laugh.

“I was not sleeping! I was just resting my eyes for a moment,” said Bijou. “There is a distinct difference that you obviously don’t appreciate.”

“But, your whiskers were twitching and your paws were moving, like you were dreaming,” Louis said, with an obvious grin on his face.

“I am quite capable of doing two things at once Mr. Louis,” she said. “I can easily rest my eyes and wiggle my toes at the same time.”

“Please just call me Louis,” he said. “There’s no need to be formal. Oh, and don’t worry, your secret talents are safe with me.”

Just as Bijou was trying to think of other ways to conceal her afternoon napping, the voice of authority came through Phred’s closed door.

“Come on in Louis. I’ve been waiting for you,” said Phred.

Louis approached Phred’s office with caution. He didn’t dare raise his tail in the presence of such a legendary feline.

“Welcome to the paw firm Louis. We’re all glad to have you join our staff,” said Phred. I hope your office is cozy. I’ve learned in my many years of practicing feline law that having a comfortable place to think really helps.”

“Oh, yes sir.” said Louis. “The office is great. I can’t wait to help with the special case you left on my desk.”

“Well I’m so glad to hear that Louis.” “I could tell when I interviewed you that your work ethic was strong,” said Phred. “Normally I would handle a case of this priority level myself. However, when I’m not around the office, things tend to get a bit chaotic around here.”

“I understand sir,” said Louis. “You can count on me to help keep things flowing smoothly.”

“Please close the door Louis,” said Phred. “I’d rather Bijou not hear our conversation. She’ll have every cat in the office worried unnecessarily.”

“The information I am about to share with you is of a highly sensitive nature,” said Phred. “It involves a close purrsonal friend of mine, who also happens to be a very successful business cat up North.”

Louis closed Phred’s office door and slowly sat down. His eyes were bright with excitement and his ears stood straight up so he could hear every word Phred was about to tell him.

“There is a well known feline up in New Hampshire,” said Phred. “His name is Rocco Johnson. He and his brother run a very successful catnip farm. They are major suppliers to felines all over the east coast. I became friendly with Rocco a few years ago when I handled a case for him.”

“Did you win the case?” asked Louis.

“Well of course I won the case,” Phred replied. “Rocco sends me a special Christmas catnip package every year, to show his gratitude. He’s such a thoughtful kitty, and that catnip farm is very important to him. Anyway, Rocco contacted me a few days ago with a very serious problem.”

“What happened?” asked Louis.

“It seems that some of the catnip growing on Rocco’s farm is disappearing,” said Phred. “Somebody is taking the catnip before Rocco is able to harvest it.”

“Oh no!” said Louis. “That’s terrible! Does he have any idea who it is?”

“Rocco is such a sweet and lovable feline,” said Phred. “We can’t imagine who would do this to him. I gave him my word that I would find out who was behind this terrible crime, and bring justice to him and his family.”

“So what would you like me to do?” asked Louis.

“I have an envelope here which contains special instructions,” said Phred. “I need you to call our carrier pigeon service, and have this delivered to a private investigator I know up in Virginia. Before we proceed any further, we need to gather some clues from the crime scene. Just have this package delivered, then our private investigator will contact you for further instructions,” explained Phred. “Whatever you do, don’t let Bijou know you are using the carrier pigeon service. She has a thing about birds. Also, our private investigator can be a bit demanding. When you talk to him, just agree to whatever he requires to get the information we need.”

“I’ll get right on this assignment,” said Louis. “I’ll let you know as soon as I have any clues regarding the missing catnip.”

Louis left Phred’s office and quickly headed back down the hall to his own office. He closed his office door and quietly phoned the carrier pigeon service, asking them to meet him at the back entrance of the paw firm. As he waited for the delivery service to arrive, he glanced at the envelope Phred had given him. It was addressed to a Mr. Frank Furpants, Private Investigator. Louis thought about the name for a moment. He knew the name was familiar to him, but couldn’t remember why. Then, all of a sudden, it came to him. He had seen Frank Furpants on CNN, the Cat News Network. Frank Furpants was a famous feline investigator that had been interviewed many times. He held a number of degrees from prestigious online universities across the country. He also had a reputation for having a big appetite for food and adventure. Louis smiled as he realized what a brilliant plan Phred had. Getting Frank involved in the missing catnip case was sheer genius.

Louis watched over his back, making sure none of the other paw firm employees saw the carrier pigeons arrive.

“Must be a special delivery you’ve got here,” said one of the pigeons. “Phred only uses us for secret messages.”

“Yes, it is a private matter and rather urgent,” said Louis. “I can’t really talk about it any further.”

The pigeons bobbed their heads up and down and flew off with the envelope.

“Virginia here we come!” said the pigeons as they disappeared into the sky.

*****

Later that evening Louis was back at his home. He helped himself to some fresh turkey and a small bowl of warm milk. Then he set his alarm clock and curled up on his favorite pillow. As he fell asleep, he thought about the pigeons flying away, and wondered about Rocco’s missing catnip. The mystery had to be solved soon. Many cats depended on Rocco’s farm. Catnip theft was a serious crime. Louis was involved in the case of the century, and he couldn’t wait to get some answers.

*****

The next morning the carrier pigeons arrived promptly at the residence of Frank Furpants. They quickly rang the front doorbell and waited for a response. Both pigeons stood there for a moment, looking perplexed at each other, while no one responded. Finally one of the pigeons rang the bell a second time. This time a loud growl could be heard coming closer to the front door.

“Hold on! Hold on! I’m coming!” said the voice on the other side of the door. “This better be good. I was right in the middle of breakfast,” said Frank as he abruptly opened the door.

Frank stood in his doorway, casting an intimidating shadow on the pigeons. He was a solid black cat of considerable size. Other neighborhood cats, and also any dogs in the area, showed Frank and his territory the utmost respect.

“Birds?” said Frank. “I didn’t order any birds?”

“Excuse us sir,” said one of the pigeons. “We have a special delivery for you from Florida. It’s from Orange & Orange, Attorneys at Paw.”

“I see,” said Frank. “Well hand it over. I haven’t got all day.”

The pigeons carefully handed the envelope to Frank, then backed away slowly.

“Thanks, and have a nice flight back to Florida,” said Frank, finally cracking a smile. “Now you better move on before its time for my lunch,” he said with a devilish grin on his face.

Frank walked back inside his house and immediately opened the envelope. He and Phred had cracked many cases together. Frank loved the thrill of the hunt, and he could not wait to see what his next case involved.

Upon examining the contents of the envelope, Frank discovered one train ticket to New Hampshire, and a note to contact Louis at the paw firm for further instructions. Frank was eager to move forward with the new case, and decided he would begin right after he finished his breakfast.

*****

Back at the Orange & Orange paw firm it was a typical busy day. Numerous calls were coming in from disgruntled kitties seeking assistance. Bijou had her paws full answering the phone and transferring the calls to the appropriate feline representative.

“Yes, we handle dirty litter box complaints,” she responded to one caller. “Let me transfer you to that department.”

As soon as she would transfer one call, the phone would ring again.

“Sir, could you please stop hissing and tell me what the problem is?” Bijou asked. “Oh, I see. Well, I’m very sorry to hear about the new kitten in your household. Let me transfer you to our kitten mediation division.”

Bijou finally decided that she needed a break.

“Phred, I’m stepping outside for a moment…..to get some fresh air…..ok?” she asked.

“That’s fine Bijou,” Phred replied. “Just transfer the phones to Louis. And leave those birds alone!”

Bijou smiled. “He didn’t say anything about the lizards,” she whispered under her breath.

Louis was in his office watching his goldfish Nugget. The two were becoming friends, and enjoyed making faces at each other. If Louis got too close to Nugget’s bowl, the fish would splash water at his face.

“Ha! You missed me Nugget!” said Louis.

Just as Louis was sneaking up to the fish bowl again, the phone rang.

“Orange & Orange, how can I help you?” he said.

The voice on the other line waited a moment and finally responded.

“What’s for lunch?” said the caller.

“Uh, I think you have the wrong number sir,” said Louis. “This is not a restaurant. We don’t serve food here.”

“Well, what good are you to a hungry cat like myself?” said the caller. “Relax kid. I’m joking with you. This is Frank Furpants calling for Louis.”

“Oh! Hello Mr. Furpants! This is Louis. Sorry, I’m new here. I’m still getting the hang of things.”

“No problem kid,” said Frank. “I’m just about to catch a train to New Hampshire. I wanted to check in with you first and make sure my travel arrangements were suitable.”

“Mr. Furpants, Phred got you a first class ticket with meals included,” said Louis.

“Well, you tell Phred that this time they better be serving some gourmet dishes,” said Frank. “The last time they only served that dry kibble, and frankly, that just won’t do.”

“I’m sure everything will be just fine Mr. Furpants,” said Louis. “We’re looking forward to your report. Good luck with your investigation.”

“Thanks kid. And please, call me Frank.”

*****

By the time Frank arrived in New Hampshire, it was a beautiful brisk morning. The wind was blowing as he stepped off the train. Frank winked at the cute little Siamese that was greeting arriving passengers.

“I’m sure glad I brought my fur coat,” he said to her. “Give my regards to the chef,” he yelled back to the train conductor.

“Now what’s a black cat gotta do to catch a cab around here?” asked Frank, with his devilish grin.

*****

The drive out to Rocco Johnson’s farm was very scenic. There were green fields and tall trees everywhere. The lovely scenery almost made Frank forget about his growling stomach.

“Are we almost there?” asked Frank.

“It’s just up this hill on the right,” said the dog driving the cab.

The cab finally came to a stop at the top of the hill. Frank climbed out of the cab and began sniffing the air. He could immediately smell the strong scent of catnip in the breeze. He stood there for a moment, almost forgetting that he was on special assignment.

“Can I help you dude?” asked a voice in the distance.

“Oh, hello, I’m Frank Furpants. I’m here to investigate some missing catnip.”

“Well welcome to our farm!” said the approaching feline. “I’m Rocco Johnson! Great to meet you dude.”

Rocco Johnson was a friend and hero to cats everywhere. He was a big, fluffy Maine Coon with a heart of gold. Rocco and his brother Bear ran one of the most successful catnip farms in the country. They were experienced growers and users of premium organic catnip. They had been in business for many years, and were loved and admired for sharing their catnip and good fortune with their many feline friends.

“Would you like a tour of the property Frank?” said Rocco.

“That sounds like a great idea,” said Frank. “Let me grab my notebook.”

Frank and Rocco began to walk the property together. They had a lot of ground to cover before sunset.

“So how do you know Phred?” asked Frank.

“Oh dude! Phred and I go back many years,” said Rocco. We had a rock band together in college. It was a blast! Phred was our lead singer and I was the lead guitarist.”

“Phred was in a rock band?” asked Frank. “He never told any of us about that.”

“Phred is pretty modest about all his accomplishments,” said Rocco. “We were pretty big for a while. We called ourselves the Hairballs. We had this amazing stage show, with dancing mice.”

“Dancing mice!” said Frank. “How did you get the mice to dance?”

“Well the mice had to dance…..or else!” said Rocco. “I’m just kidding dude! We had a deal worked out with the mice. Phred would give them a cheese incentive.”

“Brilliant,” said Frank.

“Yeah, Phred has always been great when it comes to working out solutions,” said Rocco. “That’s why he became so successful with his paw firm. I always preferred the outdoors to an office. That’s why I became a catnip grower.”

Just then, Frank spotted something in the distance.

“What is that large area of dirt over there?” asked Frank.

“That’s where most of our nip has been disappearing from,” said Rocco. “Bear and I had been growing nip in this area for weeks. It was finally time to harvest our crops. We came out here one morning and all the plants were gone. It looked like somebody had just dug them all out of the ground. We didn’t know what to do, so I gave my old buddy Phred a call.”

“Do you mind if I look around?” asked Frank.

“Go ahead dude,” said Rocco. “Just meet me back at the house when you’re finished. We’re having fresh trout for dinner. I hope you can stay.”

*****

Frank began sniffing around the area and taking notes. He immediately noticed some unusual markings in the ground, and detected an unpleasant odor lingering in the air. He looked around the edge of the field and noticed that there were no fences. Anyone could simply walk onto Rocco’s property, but who would do that? Rocco didn’t have any enemies. Frank wrote down the details of all his findings, and collected any evidence left by the criminals. He also managed to interview several rabbits and a group of chipmunks that lived nearby. After several hours of detective work, Frank was ready to present his thoughts to Rocco and Bear, and join them for some delicious trout.

Frank trotted back down the path to Rocco’s home. The front door was open, and he could smell dinner.

“Come on in dude,” said Rocco. “Bear and I are about to chow down. First we eat, then we talk.”

“I like the way you boys think,” said Frank.

*****

After finishing a fine fish dinner, Frank Furpants was ready to share what he had discovered with Rocco and Bear.

“One of the first things I noticed was some rather large tracks left in the dirt,” said Frank. “Much larger than tracks left by any cats. They appeared to be canine paw prints. Do you have any coyotes, foxes, or wolves out here?”

“We’ve got our share of wild critters,” replied Rocco. “None of them have ever bothered us. We all get along pretty peacefully out here dude.”

“I spoke to some of your rabbit and chipmunk neighbors,” said Frank. “They all told me that they had been staying away from your fields. I asked why and they all got a little nervous, and refused to give me any more information. It seemed like somebody had given them a good scare.”

“Who would want to scare our little neighbors away?” asked Rocco.

“Well, it all started to become clear when I found a sample of some unusual fur left in the field,” replied Frank. “I had noticed a rather unpleasant odor left behind in the air, and then tracked the scent to the fur. I knew that I had smelled it before, but couldn’t remember where. Then it came to me. I recognized that scent from my cab ride earlier. The car had a distinct canine odor lingering from the driver.”

“That dog has know us for years,” said Rocco. “I can’t believe he would have anything to do with our missing catnip.”

“That particular dog may not have anything to do with the crime, but I guarantee you that he knows who does,” said Frank. “You see, I started thinking back to my cab ride and remembered something very odd. When I got into the cab, I mentioned to the driver that I was in town to investigate a catnip crime. I was in such a hurry to arrive, that I forgot to give him the address. However, he knew right where to take me. It had totally slipped my mind until I smelled that scent and remembered the cab ride.”

“Wow dude!” said Rocco. “That’s some great detective work. What do we do now?”

Frank Furpants stroked his long whiskers.

“Gentlemen, I think it’s time for me to call a cab,” he said.

*****

When the cab arrived, Frank invited the dog inside for questioning. The little Beagle sat with his tail between his legs, and was quick to tell Frank everything he wanted to know. It seemed that the Beagle knew of a pack of larger dogs that lived within close proximity to the catnip farm. According to the Beagle, the missing catnip was a crime of jealousy. Apparently, the dogs were jealous that there was no dognip being grown on the farm.

“Well heck,” said Rocco. “I serve the community. If I could grow dognip, I would sure do it. Unfortunately, it doesn’t exist dude.”

“That does present a problem,” replied Frank. “I’m going to give Phred a call and give him my report. Hopefully, he will know what to do.”

*****

When the call came in to the Orange & Orange paw firm, Phred closed his door and spoke privately with Frank Furpants. Bijou tried to listen outside the door, but could not hear any of the conversation. She was anxious to share any information she could with the rest of the office. Suddenly the door opened and Bijou jumped back. Phred just shook his head, then asked her to call Louis into his office immediately.

“You wanted to see me Phred?” said Louis.

“Pack your bags Louis,” said Phred. “You and I are catching the next train to New Hampshire.”

“Wow!” replied a very excited Louis. “Is the case solved?”

“Almost,” replied Phred. “There is just one more thing we need to do.”

*****

It took over two days for Phred and Louis to reach New Hampshire from Florida. Louis had never been on a train before and enjoyed running up and down the train car, stopping only to look out the window. Phred had given Frank Furpants detailed instructions to follow prior to his arrival. An announcement had been posted throughout the community saying that an important town hall meeting was going to be held. All cats and dogs were encouraged to attend. By the time Phred and Louis arrived at City Hall, a large crowd was gathered waiting to get inside. When word spread that Rocco Johnson would be making an important announcement, every cat and dog in the area came out to hear the news.

“My old buddy Phred!” screamed Rocco. “It’s great to see you again dude!”

Phred and Rocco ran up to each other, sniffing and headbutting.

“Did you get the press release I wrote for you my friend”? asked Phred.

“I got it right here in my paws,” replied Rocco. “I’m ready to rock-n-roll.”

As the crowd assembled inside, everyone began to take their seats and quiet down. Cats were sitting on one side of the room, and dogs were sitting on the other side. Reporters from the local newspapers and CNN, the Cat News Network, were anxiously awaiting the announcement. Rocco Johnson quietly walked up on stage and stood in front on the microphone.

“Good evening fellow felines and canines,” he said. “I’m Rocco Johnson, and as many of you already know, I own a catnip farm down the road. My brother Bear and I have been farming that land for years. Well, it was recently brought to our attention that we needed to expand our customer service a bit. Today I am proud to announce a new program that we will be offering. We are calling it Biscuits for Barkers. We are asking that our canine friends help us protect our catnip fields, and in return we will provide tasty dog biscuits for their service.”

The entire audience began cheering after hearing Rocco’s announcement. Loud purring and wagging tails were heard throughout the room.

“I’d like to thank my old friend Phred and Orange & Orange, Attorneys at Paw for helping me create this exciting new idea,” said Rocco. “Now if nobody has any questions, I’d like to get back to my farm and start planting my new crops.”

*****

Amidst a flurry of excitement and flashing cameras, Rocco, Bear, Frank, Phred, and Louis dashed away in a cab bound for the catnip farm. Upon arrival, everyone got out and began stretching and sniffing the sweet catnip scented air. The sun was just starting to set on the hill. It was a beautiful sight to see.

“I think you did a fine job coordinating your first case Louis,” said Frank. “Perhaps you would like to accompany me on my next assignment? I could use a good assistant to help me find the best restaurants.”

“I’d love to!” replied Louis. “If Phred doesn’t mind sharing my expertise,” he said smiling.

Rocco and Phred walked to the top of the hill and looked out over the fields.

“You know, I’ve got a little private patch of catnip behind the house,” said Rocco. “You wanna go roll around like we used to do in college.”

Phred looked at Roccco’s smiling face and started to purr.

“I’ll race you dude,” said Rocco.

“Last cat there has tuna breath!” replied Phred.

Phred and Rocco ran off down the path towards the farmhouse. Their paws were barely touching the ground and their tails were flying in the wind.

The day ended with cats falling asleep dreaming of fresh catnip, and dogs falling asleep dreaming of tasty dog biscuits.

About The Author

Tracy Horenbein is a writer and musician. She is an animal lover and wine enthusiast. Tracy attended the University of Florida, where she studied journalism. Along with her husband, she performs and produces music, and also runs an independent record label.

Copyright 2007-2008, Tracy Horenbein (Expires September 20, 2009)

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