Sorry, MFM. I've got an even better -- but far more dubious -- cat toy.
My 'used' underwear missed the hamper and fell on the floor in front of it. Apparently one of our cats finds the smell of my nether regions to be even more intoxicating than catnip. He's been rolling around and burying his face in them for over ten minutes now, nonstop.
I'm not sure exactly how to feel about this, but now another five minutes later I think he's about to use them for a bed.
You guys and gals are all welcome in advance for the TMI, by the way.
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Well, he stayed asleep with head buried into the undies for about 30 minutes. Now he's in his most favorite-est spot up on the table behind my wife's computer. The underwear have now been picked up and put in the hamper where he can't get to them. 
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Due to my disability issues it is getting very hard to progress, though. I hate being on a plateau on the wrong side of 300, but it's still a far cry better than where I began, and I've done it all without much of anything in the way of medical assistance or even exercise. It's all been diet alone.
I will still make it into the low 200s, somehow.
