After I washed the blue blanket (and pulled a glob of cat hair roughly the size of a watermelon out of the dryer lint filter) and put it back on the dresser, Scarlett was skeptical. It smelled Not Right.
Melly, of course, was not in the least bit hesitant, and immediately leapfrogged over Scarlett to get to her spot.
"My blanket smells wrong, and The Interloper is invading it.
It took Scarlett a while to settle in after Melly left...
"Do you know how much shedding I am going to have to do to make up for all the fur you washed off this?
"A LOT. A LOT OF SHEDDING."
But she got there eventually.
"Oh, blue blanket, I love you."