This is an extraordinarily common sight - Walter Gomez, seen from above, as he lifts his head for just a moment from the all-important task of sniffing, nibbling, and sprawling over my feet. He'll take them any way they come - fresh and still dripping from the shower, or much less than fresh when they've just come out of a pair of boots. Socked or unsocked. I've never met a cat who likes feet so much: who mews piteously (in his high falsetto voice) outside the bathroom when I'm taking a shower until he's let in; who follows my feet up and down the stairs, risking being trodden on. It's a deep devotion.
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