Burro Hall

As is the case on most reality shows, it's hard to tell an actual cat fight from just playing around. But we're pretty sure that what's been going on between our main cat and our temporary spare over the past couple of days has been a display of affection, not malice. Even the perro, who still intensely dislikes both felines individually, seems relieved that there's someone else here to draw our main cat's attention away from him. So, barring an unforeseen turn of events, I think we're making the spare cat permanent.

Not that any of these beasts come when you call them, but we're thinking that the spare cat could probably use a name. The Missus started calling him Pancho, a name that was in danger of sticking until I pointed out that it's Spanish for Frank - a fact of which she claimed to be unaware. So the good news is my wife has finally learned how to say my name in Spanish after just 26 months. But this still doesn't get us any closer to a moniker, so we've decided to harness the vast power of the intertubes and let the Burro Hall Community take a stab at it.

The winning entry will receive....something. As you may have noticed, we make up a lot of this crap as we go along.