you know, in case you want to borrow my shoes

sometimes, i talk to you, and i wonder, what the hell am i getting myself into? just so you know, i will never want to borrow your shoes. but i appreciate the warning. from here on out, i will be a knocker. and a timid room-enterer. and i promise not to step on you if you're convulsing/stretching on the floor or the furniture. but i can't make the same promise for the cats. they find things on the floor and on the furniture interesting. just promise not to make me eat blueberries or play trains. we ought to be okay. :D