Foot attack

These past few days there have been some pain inflictions geared towards my feet. Initially, there were the toe stubbings and accidentally kicking the leg of a chair. It moved onto dropping heavy objects onto my feet. Yesterday, my uncle (who btw, was wearing his Timberlands) stomped right onto my exposed flip flop foot! Then today, as I was leaving the house, I managed to shut the door on my foot. It's not as stupid as it sounds. I didn't actually have my foot in the corner and closed the door on it that way. There's this space between the floor and the door and my foot sort of got wedged between that space. Seriously, why doesn't everything just take my feet to town?

To add to the foot attacks, Cinnamon still continues to love to shred my pj pants. I really should take a video of it one day but I'm usually too amused by him to remember. When he was younger, he'd bite onto my pj pants as I dragged him all over the place. Now he just goes nuts with it. His favorite thing to do is to bite onto a piece and keep flipping his body around or shove his head entirely up the pant leg.


I was looking through some old pics and found the pant loving ones. Just the 2nd day at home, the pants were already of great interest to him! He's soo cute! It's crazy how dark colored he was in the beginning, I really don't remember him being that dark at all!



Here are a few action shots of him fighting the pants. The top two is what I mean by he keeps flipping around. Notice how he likes to use my other leg to prop himself up. Sometimes, I swear his ass is higher off the ground than the rest of his body.