He gets immense pleasure (not that kind), from licking, touching, biting, and looking at our toes. Even the dog is not immune to having his toes worshiped.
I can be standing next to the cat, barefooted, and he’ll be kneading the floor and purring LOUDLY as he’s staring at my toes. Eventually he’ll just have to reach out and touch one. Then he will flop over on his back, still purring and kneading the air. At this point I have 2 options, taking my toes to another location, or offering them to be licked, nibbled and spread with cat snot. The first option may involve being rudely woken up at 3:00 a.m. After taking the second option, there is no turning back, as the cat will have my foot in a death grip with his little muscular arms.
My husband gets the same treatment, although not as gentle.
OTOH, the poor dog doesn’t get a chance to offer his toes. The cat waits until the dog is asleep. He’ll then lay down beside him and grasp one dog paw between both of his arms and proceed to the licking, nibbling and spreading of cat snot.
Stupid kitty, you’re supposed to BITE 'em, not suck 'em.
You owe me a new keyboard. I made it through with admirable self control until I got to the part about the poor sleeping dog having his toes licked.
My cat has a sock fetish. Any time I walk around in sock feet, she has the irristable urge to attack them. She sometimes attacks bare feet, too, but always stops and looks embarrassed.
Ah, the cat and the fetish.
My oldest cat has a shoe fetish. The dirtier or smellier the shoe, the better. When my husband comes home after a long, hard day of physical labour, Sebastian throws herself across his shoes the second he removes them. Purring, rubbing, shoving her little head inside as far as it will go, rolling around on them, hugging them… weird, weird cat.
She doesn’t go near mine as much, but I don’t often get them too smelly. She loves mine only if I’ve been weeding in my FIL’s garden all day, tramping in the mud and dirt. Or if I’ve gone out for a walk in the rain. Then my shoes are wet and dirty, and she is suddenly enamoured with them.
My youngest, Kero, loves lips. Or, she has a breath fetish. She leaps in people’s arms, even perfect strangers, and the first place she heads is your mouth. She must sniff and sniff and sniff at your lips, trying to smell what you just ate. She will leave you alone after the initial smelling, but if you eat something new, she will wait until you are done, then leap into your arms and begin sniffing your lips again. She doesn’t rub them, or touch them, she just needs to sniff. When she’s satisfied, she will lay on your shoulder and rub her little nose into your ear. Tickly.
She’s stealing your soul!
Course, she may be cute enough to do that anyway, but still…
Does he try to suck them? Do your toes look like cat nipples? Sounds like a nursing thing to me - was he taken from his momma too young?
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My oldest cat has a shoe fetish. The dirtier or smellier the shoe, the better. When my husband comes home after a long, hard day of physical labour, Sebastian throws herself across his shoes the second he removes them. Purring, rubbing, shoving her little head inside as far as it will go, rolling around on them, hugging them… weird, weird cat.
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A lot of cats and dogs will roll around exstaticly in rotting corpses. The horrible scent disguises their smell so they can sneak up on prey without the prey smelling a hunter. So basically his shoes smell of death. 
I, uh, meant the breath-sniffin’ kitty, not the little toe perv.
But of course!
The Soul Sucker.
Sucking is the only thing he doesn’t do to them.
not nipples - little live creatures that seem to have a life all their own
Smokey is a toe follower too. When i wake up in the morning, i sit on the side of the bed, stretching, focusing, reviewing my priorities for the day (and deciding whether or not its actually worth getting up) and while doing this, I wiggle my toes. From across the room, out of a sound sleep, she is awake and poised, ready to pounce lest the little things decide to leave my foot and wander around on their own. She will follow me around, and when i stand still (for whatever reason) she’ll attack. They’re her property after all, and she can do as she pleases with them
Not unless Kitty was fostered by something from the (former) Siegfried and Roy show. Those would be some BIG cat nipples.
(Has me wondering – did Roy have particularly funky footwear on the day the beast attacked?)
Cute kitty, but my soul was already stolen by another cute kitty. Her fetish is ankles. You know, if you control the ankle, you control the toes. When I get ready for bed, she hides herself under the bed and waits for the ankles. Specifically, the second ankle as the first ankle is entering the bed, becuase she knows I can’t move it. To trick her, sometimes I jump into bed two feet at once…the look of suprise and disappointment as her little face peeks over the edge of the bed is priceless.
