Plot

Seems like any time I sit down these days a cat comes and unties my shoe laces. Had I known I was going to end up with a bunch of lace-obsessed cats I'd have saved some of my old shoes for them to play with. As it is, I have to make sure my laces are tied every time I get up lest I trip on them. Should I fall and be unable to get up, I'm sure the cats would start eating me as soon as they got hungry. As I often go several days without a visitor, I'd probably be half devoured by the time my plight was discovered. I'm just hoping the cats aren't untying my laces deliberately, in full knowledge of what the end could be. It wouldn't surprise me if they were, though. I suspect that every cat secretly wants to be a man-eating tiger.