For Christmas, M bought me a very comfortable throw blanket.
Well. Presumably for me. Possibly for the cat. Or is it for the cat and I wanted it. I forget.
The idea was simple. Leave it on top of the comforter so there is something extra cozy. This matters because sometimes the cat comes onto the bed, and when it was warmer out, I could just peel part of the comforter off myself, drop it on top of him, and he would happily snuggle into it and fall asleep.
He is a Devon Rex. He likes warmth. A lot.
If I do not do that, he might crawl fully under the covers and turn himself into a little croissant right next to me. Or, more often than not, directly on top of me. That is a whole separate story involving him sitting on my chest while I sleep. Which, if I am being honest, is actually pretty comfortable once he settles down.
The only downside is the settling down part. There is some light clawing involved. Not aggressive. More exploratory. It sounds worse than it is.
Anyway.
In the winter, sharing the comforter like that does not really work. Giving him his own blanket on top is much easier. He can be moved. I can adjust. Everyone wins.
This is where things get complicated.
For a while now, A has had a fuzzy blanket that she wraps him up in. He sleeps in her bed, and she basically curls herself around him. She does not care that she is practically on top of him. He does not care either. This has been their arrangement for some time.
So when the new blanket appeared on our bed, A immediately declared that I was stealing him from her.
Now, she was mostly kidding. Mostly. But what she very conveniently glossed over was the fact that he originally slept with us, and only relocated because she provided a better blanket based incentive program.
I honestly did not think this would change anything. She goes to bed earlier. She snuggles him aggressively. I assumed he would continue choosing her.
Instead, what has been happening this week is that he hangs out downstairs with us in the evening, usually on someone’s lap, because he is essentially a heat vampire. Then he moves upstairs and parks himself on the radiator until about midnight, enjoying what I can only describe as a personal sauna.
After that, he chooses a bed.
And apparently, he has been choosing the one with the new blanket.
Here is the part that makes this truly unfair.
I am getting blamed for all of this.
Despite the fact that he is actually cuddling next to M, not me. Despite the fact that I did not invite him. Despite the fact that I did not even buy the blanket, although I did ask for it often.
A is not having any of it. It is still my fault.
Not that it really matters to me.
I am just saying.