As you start moving off, you stub your footpaw on a sharp stone and yelp. Your feet aren't used to being bare, furred, padded or otherwise.
As you sit on the ground, rubbing your sore foot, your attention is drawn back to the boots you left. Maybe they'll fit wolf paws as well as cat ones? You doubt if they'll transform you, as you've already a wolf but they'll certainly protect your feet.
You grab the boots and try to cram your big feet into them with difficulty.
"Why did that darn cat have to have such dainty paws?" you grunt.
Finally the boots break apart due to the pressure and your sharp claws. So much for footwear.
With a sigh, you get up and continue down the road, keeping a careful eye out for sharp stones or thorns.