Or in terms of warfare, collateral damage!
Looks like Lupin and Elvis are about to get on the “naughty list.” You can see a slightly poofy Elvis with his brown Siamese cat socks! The question is, what flavor ice cream is that?
“♫Baddest cat in the whole danged town♬.”
I always pair my socks up and fold them in such a way that they stay together. If I left my sock drawer open, my dearly departed tuxie girl, Miss Kitty would come carrying a sock ball in her mouth like a mother carrying a baby kitten, and deposit it at my feet. One day I left the drawer open when I went to work. I came home to find all my socks in a pile on the floor by the couch.
They call it alligator skin for a reason.
Feet and legs are among the “points” on a Siamese cat. If you look at my photo of Big Bad John, you can see that he appears to be wearing long brown socks on his front legs.
Not a good idea to risk cheesing off “the man with all the toys.”
I read somewhere recently that most kids hate getting books as much as they hate getting underwear for Christmas. Books were always one of my favorite presents.
I was considerably younger at the time. It was first published in 1974, which would have put me at 23. I’ve toughened up over the years.
As for the eating of small children, maybe we should treat Grandma Yaga’s comments as satire—like Jonathan Swift’s “A Modest Proposal.”
LOL! You sound like my doctor. He wants more information before he brings out the big guns of treatment.