If you have a cat, you can make a special socktopus for the little bounder. Find an old sock, preferably one on the foot of someone taking a nap. Fill the toe with catnip and tie a knot in the sock. Then, use scissors or a bowie knife to cut the tube behind the knot into strips. Voila! A mind-altering socktopus for Mr. Kitty. For advanced fun, read aloud from Victor Hugo's "Les Travailleurs de la Mer" as Mr. Kitty and the socktopus re-enact Gillatt's encounter with the devilfish.
Hmmmmmm. I enjoyed reading 'feet' simply because I have to deal with cephs on a 24/7 basis - it offered me a bit of light relief - a bit like my constantly referring to my Neil D poster; ya see, I don't have a lot of time to consider many things, but I squeeze it in there for Neil and I squeezed (past tense ... RIP indeed) it in for feet.
The thread would have died in due course ... most do ... but this one seemed to show no signs of slowing down (in fact it was cranking up).
Reminds me of that film 'Misery', where Cathy Bates (sp?) hobbles that poor fellow (James Caan?) when strapped in bed.
There's no dissention in the ranks ... we just gotta hobble on