cat named pig

Too tired to post anything of substance, but man does Elliot love his little red shoes. Any suggestion of going outside sends him running to the bench by the front door to grab them. If you aren’t right behind him to put them on, he will follow you from room to room, a shoe in each hand, calling “DOO. . . DOOO?” in a crescendo of impatience. Best to drop everything and answer, “Yes, shoe. Let’s put them on.”  

I think he likes them, social butterfly that he is, because everywhere we go people notice and compliment his red shoes. And he’s always happy to smile back and nod, sometimes saying, “Dooo,” in agreement. Yes, they are mighty fine shoes.

Maybe after I drink a gallon of coffee, I’ll take a picture of the Great Red Shoes and post that. And maybe I’ll print one out and frame it to hang in his room. It’s practically time to start planning for Christmas already anyway.