The Stories We Could Tell

The stories we could tell (39 of 1)

I found these little shoes…forgotten…just after daybreak, at the beach.

Worn,torn,faded and dusted with sand, they’ve obviously covered lots of ground on the feet of their long-lost owner.

They’ve lost their golden luster but I find them enchanting. I look at them and wonder what their story is.

I imagine them with tiny dancing feet slipped into them.

I imagine them helping tiny feet chase the last of a wave as it races to leave the shore.

I imagine them toasty and warm from the warmth of the sun, wrapped around tiny feet and hugging them close.

I imagine them missing those tiny feet, now that they’ve gone and I imagine those tiny feet missing them.

I’ll put them in a tiny frame and keep them close, in honor of the stories they could tell.

WORD FOR THE DAY…CATNIPSCIOUS.

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Catnipcious is a real thing. (No it isn’t.)

It is described as a condition wherein a cat has ingested so much catnip, that it goes into a state of acute consciousness. In this hyper aware state, it has been reported, some cats have attempted to hypnotize their owners. If successful, the car keys have been taken and a cat joyride ends in multiple arrests.

Guess where the owner spends the night? In a jail cell, still hypnotized and acting like a chicken flapping it’s wings. 

Catnipcious…one of the most frightening conditions known to man.