In response to Friday Fictioneer - May 18 2018
"I need to stop her from donating those."
Those boots belonged to her father, the best man to me. He used to walk me and talk to me daily. I listened to all his work problems. Though I could never reply, I know I told him all his solutions.
I gave him the idea that made his book the best seller on Amazon.
I heard footsteps. Slowly I moved my paws and finally got my tail and rear legs stuck into the boots.
"Look Mommy, Puss in Boots!", her daughter screamed running towards me.