Friday, December 5, 2014

The Boots of Ravishment

When you have cats, you never quite know what you'll come home to. I have known for some time that Celina is a sweat pervert. I'll come in after a run, or getting off the bike, and she is all over me. Down on my mat, doing post workout stretches, and she is trying to lick and sniff me. There are wine snobs that put less effort into sniffing their wine.

There is one set of my mittens that have a fur cuff. I'm not sure if she thinks they're a relative to be greeted and played with, or prey to be dragged off an eaten. I have to be careful to put them away in the closet.

Just recently we found out another of her perversions. She is into boots. Not just any boots. My winter Sorel boots are nothing to her. But a pair of Linda's red leather boots are an irresistible magnet for Celina. Particularly the insoles. Especially the insoles. There are cats that put on less of a display on catnip.

We came home the other day to find both insoles out and quite distant from the boots. One boot was a good 6 feet away from the closet. The other was under a chair. I don't want to know what she was doing to it under there. At least Linda hasn't had to replace the insoles yet.

Keep in mind that Celina isn't a very big cat, and she had to open the closet door to get at them in the first place. Now we've been taking to putting my winter boots against the bifold of the door. She's had one go at moving them, and knocked one boot over, but they're just too heavy for her.

I was watching her opening the closet door. She knows exactly what she's doing to push it in a bit so the centre pops out, then pushing on the edge. If they ever figure out the door locks, we are in trouble.

Days 4 and 5 of the core streak, done!


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    1. Ils étaient trop éloignés pour une photo.

  2. Ha ha ha ha! That is A LOT of work to get to those boots! Love it!

    My cat was going crazy on Saturday am over a wreath. A wreath! Chasing me all over the house, wanting to eat it (it's a holiday gift). I had to lock it up!

    1. Hi Kim, thanks for commenting! Both cats were stalking the wreathes that my wife was working on. She eventually had to go into the bedroom and close the door to keep them from 'helping'.


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