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When Marian gets home from work, her shoes are delightfully smelly. Delightful to a cat, anyway, for reasons that are beyond human ken. Last night I tried to snap a pic of Domino rolling around in Marian’s shoes as if they were a grove of catnip, but none of them quite turned out. So instead you get this. This is Domino relaxing a bit after rolling around in Marian’s shoes like they were a grove of catnip. I think she was still trying to decide if she was finished or if she should shove her snout deep into those lovely, lovely shoes one last time.
