9 PM, the Zoolatry home is settling down for the night. It's getting dark. Dinner is over, the dishes are done. Great Grandma is tucked into bed. Maggy has most likely found a open window to curl up in, taking in the cool night air. Dad has stretched out on the sofa for some TV time. The Zoolatry Human is curled up in the big-chair, slurping Pepsi and eating potato chips. Me? I squeeze under the coffee table, right there between the two lounging humans. They still have on their socks and shoes... not for long if I have anything to say about it. It's time for "the end of days", my daily game, played each evening... what's that you ask... take a look below...it's the Shoe-Sox-Toe-Bitey game, and I always win... cause sooner or later both humans take 'em off and then... they're mine, all mine!