A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal. -Oscar Wilde

Monday, February 1, 2010

A short story of boots, cats, and Gremlins

These were my boots, my favorite Docs, as of yesterday afternoon.

boots

They are blue, they are well worn, they are perfect. So perfect that I want a pair in green to celebrate my masters come this May. But I wanted to change out the laces. I've had the Union Jack laces in for over a year and a half. My other laces are red "plaid", like so.

Petey in boots?  Petey n' boots.

Of course, Pete couldn't let a good lace go without tasting it first. He eats saltines and doughnuts, plastic and shoelaces. But not actual chicken or beef or pork.

laces out, Pete

Zizi has nothing to do with this story beyond observing and wishing swift death upon Pete.

im in ur drawers destroying ur dressers

But I did want to observe how much she resembles the Brain Gremlin from Gremlins 2. Because she scares me at times. Most times. All times.



Look at my DamnCat and try to unsee it. I haven't been able to for going on seven years.

Zizi

HYPNOCAT!

2 comments:

Hp0 said...

Those EYES! I can't unsee those EYES!!

The Constant Gardener said...

She sees you when you're sleeping
She knows when you're awake....

It's a good thing I'm the designated dispenser of food and scooper of poo.