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One of my cats, Baxter, loves brooms. Whenever the broom comes out I have to sweep him down his back repeatedly before he will allow me to sweep what really needs to be swept. Then he follows me as I sweep, rubbing against the broom and grabbing the bristles. This became such a serious issue that I bought Baxter his own broom.
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