About a year ago, I seem to have lost one of my beloved black boots -- Trevor calls them my "ninja boots". Part sock, part boot, these leather-fabric contraptions were most comfortable and also quite warm. And now one is missing, almost a year already, and I am sad.
I seem to recall Jasper biting a rather large hole in the fabric part of one boot at one point, and that is the one that is missing. But surely I wouldn't have thrown out one boot, for goodness sakes! Our apartment is not big, and we have searched high and low for said missing boot, to no avail. I am tempted to discard the remaining boot, however I am convinced that no sooner shall I do so, then the other boot will turn up, leaving me one-booted once again.
Where is that boot??!! It's maddening, really.