Upon the sock stands a cat. He stands proudly, displaying his fancy, cat-decorated socks. The first sokc, on his front right foot, is blue. It is a deep shade of blue, the kind you see on the clearest winter afternoons, when the shones shines clearly and distinctly on the world.
The blue sock contains the representation of another cat, this one smiling happily, his tial kinked where you would expect a curl. Upon his right front paw, there is an orange sock, which stands out in contrast to his black fur and the blue field upon which he stands.
The orange sock contains yet another cat, this one young with mischeif in his eyes. He is spying on a red birt, and licking his lips in anticipation. His stubby tail has just come to rest after an excited flicker, and his muscles are tense. Upon his right front paw, which is gently lifted into the air, ready to swipe if the bird comes in range, is grey sock. It is worn through with a number of patches and repairs.
The grey sock contains a dainty kitten, sitting before a glass of milk. Upon her collar is a bow and a tiny bell that rings clearly when it contacts the dish. Her front right paw is curled around the small bowl, pulling it in closer. Because the milk is so cold, she has to wear a bright yellow sock over her paw.
The bright yellow sock contains a dashingly handsome cat. This cat wears a leather jacket and sunglasses, and is curled contentedly in the seat of a motercycle. One year is crooked from a scrap he got into as a kitten, and there's a scar on his chin from a fight he swears he won with a pit bull. On his front right paw, he wears a leather sock, black as night, that rests on the clutch.
The black leather sock contains an older white cat, her body worn down a bit by age, but still beautiful to the cat who wears her visiage on his sock. Below her picture is a heart, the word "Mom" is inscribed in flowing emboidery across it. She is wearing a long dress, but her stickings can still be glimpsed on each paw. One waps is crooked to support her chin, which rest upon the heart below. This paw is encased in a delicate red lace stocking with a beautiful criss-cross pattern.
The red sock with the criss-cross pattern contains a debonaire cat wearing a tuxedo. His whiskers are long and flowing, waxed into an up-turned mustache. He hsatnds with a tray in one hand and a towel over his other arm, and his eyes beg the question, "Will there be anything else?" Upon his right front paw there is an elegant white sock.
The elegant white sock contains an understated gray cat. Lightly emboridered and elegant, she is barely noticible, except that she is so marvelously formed that one would have to be dead not to feel an increase in their pulse as they followed her curves. She lays seuctively upon a couch, eathing mice as if they were grapes. She is a queen, and wears no socks or stockings.
Upon the first cat's front left stocking, however. . .