For sale. baby shoes. just hatched. bonded pair. you will need to feed them shoe formula for the first month. adult shoes eat their young so i need to get rid of these asap. I was going to foster the cloglets myself until they're old enough to walk but I can't take it any more. the shoe mother is confined to my spare room and keeps peeing on my blankets. you can hear her pacing in circles at all hours except if the babies are loud enough that she can hear them through the wall. Then she gets weirdly silent. Like a predator. I don't like thinking about her that way. It's making me hate her. It's making me hate the pet I've had since childhood. I should have gotten her spayed years ago. I should have known better than to let her outside when I knew how many feral, masculine uggs there were in on the streets. But she loved the sunlight and it felt cruel to keep a sandal indoors. And my ex always talked down to me about how bad outdoor shoes are for local wildlife. So I let her outside to spite him and she came home pregnant and now I have nightmares about her eating her children. About her eating my own child. I fear I'll never be able to look at her the same way again. When she licks me, I wonder if she likes how I taste. My Flopsy. Her babies are innocents. Pure soles. Cherish them. Give the love I can no longer provide for my own pet. And for god's sake, get your shoes castrated. They are size 3.
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