Daddy sometimes takes his shoes and socks off while watching TV. He doesn't always do a good job of picking them up, so they sit there on the floor. Mommy is usually able to hold off her OCD for a few days, and she ignores them to the best of her ability. (I think it helps that she can't see them from her spot on the love seat.) Once I was settled on the sofa, Daddy proceeded to put these socks on my feet to protect the leather. I don't even like to wear booties on the ice to protect the pads of my feet, so I wasn't totally happy about this idea. I decided to suffer for the sake of Daddy's kindness and so I could stick my tongue out at the girls. I pushed through my discomfort and enjoyed my new (but surely temporary??) spot.
Thank you, Daddy!