PAR-TAY!

We went to our first party last night! There were all sorts of new things to see, and smell, and touch. We were very excited to make some new sock friends but to our chagrin most of the feet we met were naked! Liz didn't tell us it was that kind of party.

The party was at the house of a woman that Liz works with. The theme was kitchens - and there were shiny metal tools spread throughout the place. A woman dressed all in pink was explaining how each tool could be used while everyone else watched and stuffed their faces.

Besides people, there were several animals in the house: one rabbit, several fish, and...

a gang of very naughty kitties.

When we first met the kitties, they seemed very interested in Left. Especially the boy kitty they called Fuzzy Boy.

Liz took their picture and the flash scared them away. Apparently kitties, even naughty ones, are not made of the same mettle as stripey socks. All was well after they left and Liz settled down with the others to enjoy the kitchen show and food. But then suddenly, unprovoked, from out of nowhere...

ATTACK!!!

In a moment's time a maelstrom of teeth and claws descended upon an unsuspecting Left. It was Fuzzy Boy - obsessed with whatever special enticements Left unknowingly posessed. The attack raged on...

and on...

...while I, Right, struggled in vain to draw the attention away from Left. Eventually it was Left who saved herself with a well-placed poke to the creature's nose.

Later, having recovered from the attack, we took advantage of the party's theme to begin plotting our revenge...