My mom gave us a fleece blanket a couple of years ago. Most winters, Lloyd and I sleep on top of it (with down comforters over us) so we don’t freeze.
It’s not cold enough for that yet, but Ralph seemed to need something very soft. It was so funny. He kneaded and kneaded and kneaded it for a very long time, then purred himself to sleep. The siblings joined him.
This is how a cloudy Sunday with mildly sick humans should look.
Brad says
Gus isn’t liking his usual blankets lately. I’ve washed them and fluffed them and everything. Something weird is going on I think.