Remember a few weeks ago when the waitress/housekeeper posted about my unwillingness to open my eyes during photos? Well, I’ve opened them temporarily. Want to know why?
Quite simply, I was mistaken for this pile of shoes. Not even nice, designer shoes, but rather old, beat up boots.
You see, the waitress/housekeeper has terrible eyesight. Combine this with her inability to hold onto to a pair of glasses (she loses them, sits on them, drops them off high buildings, out car windows, in rivers, etc.) and you have a recipe for a disaster or a beautiful and oh so fabulous cat being mistaken for shoes.
Here’s the story: late Friday night, I was minding my own business, sleeping comfortably in my bed near the heat vent. All of a sudden, the waitress comes stumbling out of the bedroom – no glasses in sight (a little kitty pun). And then IT happened, she leaned over and pet these shoes!
Now, yes it was dark and late, but she actually thought these clunky, black things were me!
Well, I was shocked and humiliated and felt this case of mistaken identity must be addressed properly. And so I opened my eyes to voice my disapproval, disgust and disappointment. Take a good look: I make no promises for future appearances.