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They are driven by some primal urge that can really take its toll....
I remember, when I was a little girl, our cats always went batshit over my father's undergarments, particularly his socks. If he left them on the floor the cats would come in and start trying to stuff their noses into them... and then would roll all over them... sometimes gnaw on them... and it drove my mother crazy. It made the rest of us laugh and laugh.
