Kittens shouldn't be worn with sandals.

Another fashion faux pas - probably a European kitty. Seriously, though, I understand the love of rubbing one's self on things, and falling asleep in unusual places. Sit still long enough, and I'll ram myself into your feet, bare or otherwise, to feel the joy of the self-pat. And, put anything down on a bare surface, and I'll find it, curl up on it, and sleep-shed all over it. I hear people call it instinct - I'm one to favour a theory that many waiters utilize: as they plan to come by your table to ask you things just as you are taking a bite so you can't really answer back, I stalk around the house looking for your important things to perch on because I'm a bit of a jerk.