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Asheville, North Carolina
Hi. I'm Cleo. After being surrendered at Orange County Animal Services in Chapel Hill, NC I found myself being gawked at by a couple of humans whom I eventually adopted. I let them refer to themselves as "mom" and "dad", and they couldn't have found a better home than one filled with... me.

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

What Socks?

 So this is what some adults do for entertainment.  Mom and dad don't go out much (they really need to), so when it comes to having fun they toy with Yours Truly.  As I think I've mentioned before mom has this thing for tossing things at me, and the other night dad gave her the brilliant idea of using me for dirty sock target practice.  He sat back in his chair with the torturous groan of a 100 year old man as mom donned a face mask and protective gear and oh-so-gingerly (she doesn't like touching dad's feet) tugged his stinky socks off, then tossed them, one by one at me as I bathed obsessively in front of them.
     Apparently I was so into my hygienic routine that I didn't notice I was covered with toxic material, and by the time I realized what was going on they were laughing so hard mom all but pee'd herself and dad sounded like a walrus with a chronic smoker's cough. 

5 comments:

Old Kitty said...

Lovely Orbit! Just remember you still have claws and teeth. And hairball. Just saying. LOL! Take care
x

Ivan and Izzy from WMD said...

Humans! They get so entertained over the least little thing. Do you need me to call in a hazmat team for you? I could do that.

Katnip Lounge said...

You know, valerian root smells *just* like stinky feet...maybe your Dad could eBay his socks and make a fortune!

Marilia said...

MOL!

Angel Prancer Pie said...

Poor Orbit. It's sad these hoomans of ours don't haf sumthing more constructive to do. Like cleaning and refilling our food and water dishes!

About This Blog

Created in July 2011 this blog chronicled the everyday life of a well-seasoned, spoiled house panther named Orbit. He was a nearly constant companion for almost 22 years, and ruled our roost until he passed away in December 2014, and the loss of his companionship hit us like a ton of bricks.
After more than 2 years without a live-in feline friend we found this senior Tortie gal at a local shelter and just couldn't leave without her. Cleo certainly came with an abundance of purrsonalitude, and has staked her claim on our hearts and in our home since day one. It took some long, deep thought, but I decided to pick up where Orbit left off and let Cleo tell her stories. Of course from time to time I'll add some non-Cleo posts, but she'll get over it.