My cat, Collette, has gotten increasingly aggressive about trying to prevent me from leaving home, even to run a short errand. I became slightly unnerved recently when she sang to the tune of Downy Mildew's "Left Foot Down," "I'm gonna gnaw on your left foot so you won't go away. You won't leave the house, my friend. I'll swat your shoe away." Collette imitated "Left Foot Down"'s chirpy, matter-of-fact vocals to such an eerie degree that I forgot briefly why I was trying to put on shoes.
She hasn't crafted lyrics yet for her backup plan of crouching down on my shoes and putting her paws over them, but I don't doubt that she will.
Maybe I don't need to run any errands, after all. I've got enough food for the time being. At least, that's what my foot-biting tabby overlord tells me.
