I Never thought that maybe bras make awesome cat toys, but there are a lot of things I don’t know.

bras make awesome cat toys

My cat, Katniss, is apparently a boob cat. She is obsessed with my bras. More specifically, she is obsessed with this one white brassiere I purchased a couple of months ago. She has confused it with a feather teaser wand. I would look really silly trying to pull off wearing a feather teaser wand as my bra. I’m not above trying to wear a feather teaser. Don’t double dog dare me because you know you’ll lose. I keep the bra in a basket in my closet on the 3rd floor of my house with a lot of other bras. She could have her pick of several girlie intimates: a black bra, a red bra, a tan bra, myriad underwear, spongey spanx, breast petals, strapless bras, tank bras. You name it. My closet world is her bra oyster.

bras make awesome cat toys

She only likes the new white bra. She prowls my closet, spots the bra prey in the basket, scales the shelves in between and drags the boob cover down two flights of stairs to the 1st floor foyer where she proceeds to toy with the frisky boob support as she would a newly-killed mouse.  I have entered my house countless times when the first thing that greets me is my bra on this red carpet five feet inside my front door. It occurs to me that she could be avenging me putting pink soft paws on her talons in an effort to save my poor cat-scratched furniture.

Maybe my husband put catnip in the lining?