Then there was someone whose cat had claimed ownership of an orange wig.
I think the cat might've thought the wig was its baby (I can't remember
whether this was a male or female cat, but maybe it doesn't matter).
Anyway, this cat would drag the wig between its legs and walk bowlegged
like a leopard dragging a gazelle, everywhere he/she went.

Our Ishtar did something similar, but it was rather sad. She had
a litter of three kittens - a black one and a tuxedo that survived,
and a stillborn tuxedo. For the rest of her life, if she found a
black glove, she'd pick it up and carry it around in her mouth,
then put it down gently and meow pathetically at it when it didn't
move.

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