Toesday- Discovering My Love of Boot Socks

I was adopted in May of 2006 when I was about 7 or 8 weeks old. It was Mothers Day weekend and my new family spent the whole weekend with my Momma and me. It didn't take me long to figure out the guy with the feet was cool.

I attacked...

I pounced...

I said Grrrr....


I said hello....

I sniffed....

And I posed.

I've been in love with boot socks ever since.

Monday

Another Monday. Grete is being a pain. She is recovering too quickly from her surgery. She is on house arrest for 2 weeks and she is driving all of us kitties nuts. G. Moo kitty looks like she's just moved herself right in on us, stealing lap time that is rightfully mine and my momma's. At least Grete has stopped barking at her so my ears don't hurt anymore. Once it got quiet I sang a really nice song to my boot sock.