I was delighted with my new lightweight winter shoes.   They were
comfortable and the tops were made of some sort of durable, black plastic.

I was upset when I saw the damage to the toes of them - I couldn't remember
walking through a blackberry patch but that is the sort of damage the toes
had sustained.  Surely the shoes couldn't have been marked when I left the
shop, I would have noticed.

This morning I heard an odd sound.   I was sitting by the heater and the
sound was something like this, ung ung, munch, munch, suck, slurp.   I
looked - Bonnie had her paws lovingly wrapped around a new shoe.   She was
grinding pieces of plastic off the toe and spitting them out like apple
pips.  Not only were there clawmarks where she had clutched her prey but
teeth marks where she had killed it.   Is nothing sacred!!!

Bev