I'm sure we can all say our cats are weird. Or maybe just quirky. And I
suppose we can get into a contest over this. And some days I look at one of
mine, scratch my head and go "What the...?"

Odessa, it seems, has a little shoe fetish going on. When she thinks no one's
looking she'll start rolling around on a shoe--mine or Louie's--and then sink
her little claws in and turn it around so she can stuff her head inside as
deeply as she can manage. I do want to stress that the shoes are not being
worn at the time, otherwise I'd be sending this to one of those naughtier
magazines, or the Stilettos-R-Us catalog. She'll be lying there purring away,
rolling on her back with her paws wrapped around a sneaker and filling her
nostrils with that intoxicating bouquet of Eau De Foote. But let her be
caught and she'll toss that shoe away like a chicken bone and skulk off, no
doubt blushing beneath the black silk of her fur, and plot her next seduction.

Blessed be,
Baha