Sometimes Sammy and my foster bun-buns need encouraging to go back into their cages especially when they hide behind the outside cages or any other small space. Being the loving mother that I am, I often gently guide them back in using a broom.
This morning Sammy was being a pill and would not go back into his Samuel's Grand Manor (as my friend calls it) so I grabbed the broom to guide him back in. When I grabbed the broom, I started laughing because I remembered my grandma. She disliked cats so growing up when whenever a stray cat showed up uninvited into her yard, she would chase it away by running after with a broom. :)
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