SHE IS FEARSOME CREATURE FROM THE BLACKEST DEPTHS OF HELL COME TO SEEK THE SCREAMS AND REVEL IN THE TORMENT OF THOSE THAT WOULD BIND KITTY-MOMMY'S FEET!
Not my sneakers. Not my workout shoes. Not my husbands shoes, nor my daughter's flip-flips. Just MY black wedge sandals.
She ravaged them. Bite marks, more holes than Tampa's strip clubs and a few chunks taken out. Seriously, my cat has a mad-on for black sandals. It didn't end there, though. I'd catch her with one in her mouth, walking across the room with it as if to take it to her lair wherein she would mete out certain doom and despair. Multiple times.
Those sandals died. I should've gotten a picture for posterity, but it was too gruesome, really. So I tossed them and bought new ones last week.
That same night, I caught her walking across the room with one in her mouth. To keep my cat from mauling my shoes I have to put said shoes in a drawer.