But when I do let her go outside, she usually eats a bunch of super tasty lawn which inevitably upsets her stomach until she runs into the house and pukes up a little gooey green clump. Because god forbid she do that outside too.
This morning I looked down at one of my rattier old pairs of black ballet flats and thought what the heck is that stain on the insole? Upon further inspection, I realized the second shoe was filled with a gooey green clump. My beloved, stupid little cat puked in not one, but two, separate shoes but missed the carpet completely. How thoughtful of her.
Because I got two requests for a review, the Toms are actually much more comfortable than most of the pairs of ballet flats that I own. They have more sole, a reasonably supportive insole and cover more of my foot so they are less likely to fall off my feet while say bounding outside to scare away a neighbor cat. They even have room to accommodate my obnoxiously high arches that are often times hard to fit. I do recommend Toms for both the giving nature of the company and the comfort. I also received two complements on them by middle aged women in my office. They liked the flashy orange.