Saturday, February 28, 2015

You've Heard of the Cat Among Pigeons...I Have a Cat Among Shoes...

It has been a day of constant rain and darkness, otherwise known as a day to stay inside. despite a to-do list and a small hill's worth of laundry, I have been restless and easily distracted. The cats, hunkered down for the balance of the day in my bedroom closet, have been making strange nests for themselves of late, the oddest of which is now amid my shoes.

Jacob, the thirteen-year-old, jumped onto the shelf containing foot wear and began rubbing the side of his face all over each shoe, essentially marking them as his. He clearly believes that everything in our house, including me, belongs to him and I am no stranger to licking, pawing, kneading or head butting, all signs of affection or belonging in a cat's world.

Other than the occasional sniff after my return home from somewhere, shoes have been given short shrift. I have, however, seen him go into paroxysms of feline ecstasy when various female friends have left handbags on the floor or dining table. This includes but is not limited to sticking his head completely inside the bag and moving it up and down while meowing, rubbing his face all over the outside of a purse and then sitting atop the purse to prevent its being picked up or smelling a bag and then rolling all over the floor in front of it as though awaiting a belly rub or some congratulatory treat. Shoes were an after thought.

Until today...

I should perhaps mention that I do not generally carry a purse and in the shoe department, unlike many women I know who have shoes for every possible event, I own eight pairs, which is probably five pairs too many as far as I am concerned. The daughter of a rather statuesque mother who until midlife had difficulty finding dress and work shoes to comfortably grace her size ten feet, I was never a member of the come-fuck-me-pump brigade of women who don stiletto and other high-heeled creations.

A creature of  smaller, flat feet and what could best be described as an awkward gait, I was destined to wear flats, and like my mother, I have had difficulty finding just the right fit. Thus, my shoe collection contains one pair of dress shoes with the remainder devoted to trainers, high-tops and casual slip ons, none of which would impress fans of high heels for a nanosecond. To me, shoes are just shoes. What they've become to my much-adored feline friend, other than a strange array of oddly shaped things that smell of tempting places he might like to go or funky laces he tries to chew or chase, I cannot truly say. As I write, I do hear contented snores from the shoe shelf of my closet...

11 comments:

Secret Agent Woman said...

I don't care for purses (I have two small ones which I virtually never carry) but I kind of like shoes. I'm not a woman who has hundreds of designer shoes, but I certainly count among them a few of those come fuck me pumps you mentioned.

Alan Burnett said...

I can never understand why it is that as society evolves and technology advances it becomes more and more difficult to find a comfortable pair of shoes to wear. Surely it can't be me getting old, can it?

the fly in the web said...

I have few pairs of shoes and apart from one dress pair they are comfortable numbers...high heels strike me as relics of footbinding and if that's how you have to be to have status then forget status.

The poodle took to living in the wardrobe when we had high winds here....she was coaxed into a nest under the bedside chair but last night - high winds again - she was back in the wardrobe. No snores though.

Barbara said...

It's too bad we can't get inside the heads of our pets.
You asked about Ari. He is much settled down from his puppy days, but still a somewhat prissy spoiled pup. He has a great life without a care in the world. I was so happy to see him when we got home from our trip.
Thanks for coming along on the Colombia trip. It was fun to be writing and also fun to know someone was reading!

Brian Miller said...

hahahaha...what an interesting turn
i dont think our cat has fallen for the foot fetish...lol
but he does end up in interesting place...he loves to sit right under our chins...

e said...

CFM's always leave me wondering what it must be like to walk and move around in them...

e said...

You are not alone in that sentiment. Thanks for stopping by.

e said...

Poor baby...Though I do understand the impulse to find a secure nest...Best to you.

e said...

I am looking forward to your photos of the Amazon...I miss traveling and living abroad...As for Ari, I've visited his blog, and since there was no new posting, I'd wondered. I'm glad he has a happy life. Thanks for visiting and I'm glad you had a good trip.

e said...

Brian, mine loves my lap...Whatever would we do without animal friends.

Steve Reed said...

My cats used to be crazy about shoes (and anything leather) as well. I think there's a remnant of "big game" scent to such products!

Didn't we buy a pair of shoes for you when I was home last summer? I remember going shoe-shopping to Westshore Plaza!