I think the cat is eating my insoles (the ones in my shoes, not the ones on my feet). I'm not sure when, as I'm almost always wearing them and she isn't allowed in our bedroom at night. But there is a big chunk out of one heel that seems unlikely to be the result of normal wear and tear.
That's it. That's all I fear, right now. Okay, there's tons of other stuff I fear, but it's the same old stuff that everyone always fears: murderers, bears, spiders, republicans, vulpinocracy, Tony Romo, poison, Bret Favre's inevitable retirement... The list goes on and is boring so I'm just going to stick with the cat/insoles thing for now.
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So is that meant to be poison as in a toxin that would harm or kill you, or Poison as in the hair band? Because I can see living in terror of the latter...
Also, I am going to go out on a limb and say that your fears are a little too specific when a Google search returns only a link to your blog mentioning that fear. What the hell is "vulpinocracy?" I mean my best guess is that it would be some sort of governmental system based entirely around the french herb/weed Vulpin. But that can't be right.
Vulpinocracy: rule of government by foxes. It's scary because foxes are mostly libertarian hawks.
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