I have a lovely pair of shoes.

They're from Boden. They're plimsolls (in Boden-speak; we'd call 'em sneakers or Keds) made of cowhide. They're black with white dalmatian-type spots on them, and green satin trim.

I love them.

So, apparently, does Flashes. I heard growling and munching and snarling in the office and walked in to find him locked in Combat To The DEATH with one of the shoes.

I got it away from him. It is unharmed. He has reverted to killing his brother.

Why are my cats simultaneously so sweet and so weird?