Puss or boots?

Last night, after a few glasses of wine, Bry, my dad and I were out for a walk and coming down our back alley, when my dad spots a black blob in the grass a few houses away. Confident it's our cat, he points and goes 'Ha! I can see Calvin from a block away! Look at him trying to sneak up on us. Just waiting for us, right there in the bushes.'

Noticing he's pointing at a pair of boots far away, I was confused, 'uhhhh, where?'

'Right there!' he says, 'oh, Calvin, come here, boy'

'Uh, Dad, those are boots that someone's throwing out'

'Oh, he thinks we can't see him. He's so silly. Come on, Calvin!'

Realizing he wasn't clueing in, I decide to just play along. I run ahead 'hey, boy, how ya doing?'. Kneeling down, I start petting the boots. 'yeah, you like that dontcha?'. The boots purred happily...

I lured my dad close enough, then threw the boots suddenly into the air . He jumped back and yelled 'Oh, JESUS!'. Bry and I just cracked up.

They say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, though, so I guess I better enjoy my eyes while I still can. Anyone out there had laser eye surgery?