I Want To Be An Old Woman Who Lives In A Shoe

Can someone be considered an intruder if they are a member of your family? I guess that doesn't make sense. But last night, a very sneaky, very hairy occupant made history.

I woke up quite happy this morning. It's Friday, which has always been a good day, but now it means I have my husband back. That makes it a great day. I walked to the closet to grab some jeans (yet another reason why I love Friday) and stopped in my tracks. Something wasn't quite right. Take a look.



My shoe shelf. My perfect shoe shelf was no longer perfect. I immediately turned to look at Thumbs, who was sitting inappropriately and staring right back at me. We had a staring war, and wouldn't you know it, I ended up looking away first (the eyes of a cat can be quite intimidating).

So rather than take the blame and admit that her larger than life ass disrupted my prized possession, she started looking for the culprit.



(Just so you know, the culprit was not under our bed.)

Can I just say I was so impressed my fat cat could even jump that high? As I mentioned before, she made history today! If she had a scrapbook I would write a new entry: "April 24 - The day you jumped and actually made it."

As soon as I got home from work, I took off my new shoes (WOOHOO! NEW SHOES!) and left the room. And what did I come back to?



(I'm just including this picture so you can witness the cuteness. $25--not too bad!)


It's true love, folks. I have tried to raise Thumbs to be a lady. To poop inside the box (usually works), to sleep without snoring (occasionally works), to eat without reckless abandon (never works)... I've never truly succeeded at anything.

But I learned something today. The girl loves shoes. And in my book? That makes me a complete success.