Duchess of Yowl: What are you doing? Pet me!
Me: I'm reading the entries from this weekend's writing contest.
DoY: Do any of them mention me?
Me: Not so far.
DoY: Unacceptable. Everyone is disqualified. Now pet me.
DoY: You STOPPED petting me!
Me: Your grace, you were snoring so hard there were inquiries from the Earthquake Early Warning System monitors.
DoY: That is absolutely false. I do not snore! I purr like a puma.
Me: Ok Puma puss, you purr with...ahem...fervor. But I need to get back to the contest entries!
DoY: None of them mention me, therefore there are no winners.
Me: The writers might think these contests have gone to the dogs if something like that happens.
DoY: Since none of the prompt words evoke me, I will overlook this shocking breach of protocol just this once.
Me: You are a paragon of virtue.
DoY: You're going to be para-gone if you don't start petting me again!
Contest results to come.
Duchess of Yowl