Daddy Peyton and shoes.
Not all of Tommy's shoes. Just these little flippitty floppittys with big sequinny shiny things on top--- rubber or plastic--whatever Humans used to make em. Just know they ain't made outta cat nip. Tommy missed one from her bed this morning. And there was Daddy Peyton in the hallway. With his capture.
Times of late, Tommy's seen Daddy roll all over the shoe. Just thought it was another cute thing cats do to charm her for treats (which of course works) and just went 'ahhh...' But last night, as Tommy took up my precious PC time, she kept feeling furry goodness against her legs.
Another 'ahhh' moment--until Tommy felt tugs ON the shoe! Daddy had his fangs in the back of the shoe. Has himself a good time. Bites it. Uses his back feet on it--just like a Great Ginger Tabby Tiger would with any prey.
And Tommy just laughed.
See, if it were ME doing all that to Tommy's shoes--she'd think I'd be trying to get the shoes so they could be on Craigslist...
Humans. They need to get with it.