Name: Shmoosh, Pathetic, and No Name
Age: unknown, estimated 4 years
Kind: can't really tell (dangling)
Home: feels pretty much OK everywhere
Occupation: none
Obsessions: hot dogs, car tires, black top, kitchen window sills, melancholy
Dislikes: marshmallows, cat tails (the kind that grow in marshes), pumpkin-shaped containers
Most proud of: being a survivor
Dreams of: being flattened on the road
Bio: His strong will and pleading demeanor saved him from the elements of a southern, college town. Found face down in a busy crosswalk, his Benfactor couldn't pass by without picking him up. The Benefactor's companions responded to this action with a unanimous and resounding, "Eww, what are you doing? You're keeping it? That's gross, oh, and pathetic." His contemplative manner earned him a spot over the sink in the Benefactor's kitchen. When there's a lot of washing up to be done, they take the time to gaze at each other every so often. Sometimes he looks like he's crying, but he's not.