Well, I lost the Seahawks hat that I was going to use to chose the winner ( I think its buried in the car). And so Sweet Boy#3, our impartial judge, chose the winning name out of a kitty food dish that I held above his head for secrecy’s sake. And the winner is…
who wrote this marvelous Haiku
They call it ‘colic’
But knowing the name means squat
When she cries all night
And so Mike, if you would e-mail me your address, the publisher will speed your book on its way.