It started off innocently enough: a Mexican blanket that had been on the back of the sofa was now mysteriously on the floor. I put it back, thinking maybe it had slipped off the sofa. The next day, the blanket was on the floor again. Hmmmmm.... How odd!
This morning I wake to find Stinkyboy wrestling with the Mexican blanket, yanking it off the sofa and then dragging it into my bedroom to the foot of my bed. Once he'd gotten it situated, he promptly curled up on it and went to sleep.
Yes, folks. My cat has a wubby.