My brave cat, William Wallace/Sydney Carton/Patrick Henry, who now will dare to get within two feet of me as long as I do not look at him, is not at all bothered by the instrument that strikes fear into the hearts of most cats.
United against a common enemy.Source: http://www.discountvacuums.com/s526_2.jpg
The vacuum cleaner – and its derivative, the dustbuster – bothers him not at all. This morning, I dustbusted the scattered litter around the litter box. (That thing is going as soon as I can get close enough to Roger Bannister to put a collar with an ID tag on him. Then I can let him outdoors, where he is dying to go, based on the way he stretches against the back screen door as he watches the birds.) Much to my surprise, rather than running away, he sat in the doorway and watched.
A friend at work told me that her mother’s cat used to love the vacuum cleaner – she liked to be vacuumed – kind of like a combination brushing and massage.
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