Now those are good ideas!
Perhaps a pair of broom flavored and scented pajamas! Perhaps some broom slippers.
THEN I'll play all hard to get.
There is something almost mystical about those brooms.
Perhaps I could preform some Pied Piper type act with my broom clothing.
I had a cat who feel in love with a mans dress shirt that was still in the plastic wrap.
She would pick it up by the plastic encased collar and carry it around like a kitten. She'd have to walk with her front legs all splayed out.
She did this for well over a year, until the plastic fell off.
Well okay then!
My cat is not such an idiot after all!
Chai's cat is a way bigger idiot.
The spell seems to be broken today.
Biscuit has ditched broom and returned to the lap on the one who loves her.
My self esteem has been restored.
Take that, broom.
Hah, Chai. How good of you to let your cat have his way with that stuffed shirt. We more of us should be allowed such privileges.
We have a dog who is very attracted to the large stuffed animals left behind by my college-bound daughter. She carries them around with that splayed leg walk you speak of, clenched between her teeth in what we assume are moments of canine stress. Once she refused to allow a stuffed animal into the house. (Maybe it was misbehaving?)
Meanwhile, yay, Biscuit. Back in the arms of the one who loves ya and the loser, as well, in the idiot cat playoffs. Stinkin' broom.
Turns out the broom can't refill the food dish.
(Get's 'em every time.)
I'm just glad that I was able to put a stop to Biscuit's unnatural love. You know, once you allow cats to marry brooms the next thing you know gay people will want to get married too.
<snort> Durn Gays... ruining it for everybody with their wanton willingness to hitch up for life.
