Fare Thee Well, Eskimo-Disco Slippers

For Christmas, I was given an insanely fluffy pair of boot-slippers, which have essentially have merged with my feet since that point. Around the sole and rim are billows of white fake fur, which also composes the inside of the boot. My favorite part: The laces were long enough to wrap around a boot twice, and at their ends had sumptuous white puffs, the size of a golf ball. Those who know me will understand why ours was a secret love. I'm not a fluffy, lavender kind of girl.

Well, I still love and wear the boots, but the cats have taken away most of the Eskimo-disco appeal by carefully snipping off the white puffs with their teeth, one by one, and then bounding about the house with them, shaking and batting them endlessly. There was one left last night, but this morning I popped on the boots, and then noticed Boo sneaking up the stairs with the last lone lorn puff dangling from his mouth. When I tried to catch him, he flounced away with it.

Enjoy your new toys, Boo and Nihao!