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Says Siobhan S.: “My new kitteh Stevie crawled into my boyfriend’s sandal and, perhaps overwhelmed by the odor, quickly fell asleep.”
Kitteh might be in a coma; purrhaps weez shuud call the Purra-medics!!!!!
*waves pompoms in appreciation*
But at least it is keeping my feet warm
Bondage–how early the taste is acquired. Tsk, tsk.
I see what you did there.
Look how kitteh is resting its head on the toe-strap. So comfortuhbuhls! I also admire the circular marking near the back…AND it’s a marmie! So much to lurve!
1. Marmie
2. Tinee Tabbee
Did ya notice back leg sprawlage??
Awww, I love it when kittehs curl up in a feetal position.
*jaw drops open*
*golf clap*
I second you, kibblenibble.
Fluffy little kitteh. Need I say more? Well, maybe except the usual AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Clearly you need a second kitty to even out the set!
Purrhaps, the other kitteh stepped out for a walkabout?? :-/
Hush, puppy. Kitty’s tryin’ ta sleep.
PEENK TOE BEENS!!!
That is all.
What is it with cats and shoes? My kittehs (who are no longer on the itty bitty committee) still do that to this day.
Mine used to loaf in them like they were boats. And I have small feet. I guess it’s the smell of their pack. ‘They feed me and occasionally I bestow small delicacies to gnash.’
Mine use my sneakers as an alternative litter box when they are extremely displeased with something I did.
My boys LOVE shoes and feet! They insist on being pet by your feet and smell and smell shoes. Bob is diabetic so to distract him during insulin shot time, you must give him a shoe. He is so happy he is completely ignorant of the needle. They are wierd kitties…
Your pedal extremities are colossal . . .
I have always been afraid of Fat Waller’s eyebrows.
Aww, they’re benevolent.
No, they terrify me. My husband is a jazz critic and DJ so we have many of his CDs all over the house. He can chase me into screams with a photo of Fats and his creepy eyebrows that work independently of each other. Scary.
Wild, enthusiastic applause to both Fats and la Therese!!!
If the shoe fits…
The agony of defeet never looked so dreamy…
Kitteh’s got sole ♫
Cats and shoes, I swear. Whenever I’m at my BFF’s house, her hippopotamic landmass of a tuxedo cat *will* claim one of my shoes as his pillow for the duration of my visit, no matter how uncomfortable it looks to me.
*snerk* Been talkin’ to Vizzini?
Kittens! They’re soft, warm, absorbent and smell better than your boyfriend’s feet!
Also, full marks for “hippopotamic landmass”.
I pictured something completely different where hearing a marmie pwns someone’s soul.
Isn’t there a song about this? Something like “O Sole Mio”….? Or, perhaps, “O Sole Meow”?
And the puns keeping coming…
Feeling entirely too stabby for words today. (The next person who bothers me will feel my wrath!) But it isn’t anything a trip to Cuteoverload won’t cure. Ooh! Ooh! I’ll take two Dr. Scowlls!
That’s an arch-enemy, then?
Either the kitteh fell deeply in love with the boyfriend or the Kietteh is in desperate need for a great big bear hug. HUUUUGGGG….
*ah-hem* OMIGAWDMARMIE!!!!!11!!!!!!1!!
That is all.
THIS IS STEVIE THE WONDER CAT! FTW!
Wait! Are those fur-kenstocks?
AWW
Siobhan S. 
Your new kitten, Stevie, is a cutie 
Does he always crawl into your boyfriend’s shoes like that? 
I had a kitteh named Stevie!
I have an entire series of photos of Philo alternately loving on and attacking my husband’s sock-clad feet. “Your foot odor offends me! Wait, no, I love you.”