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Friday, July 02, 2004
1:01 PM

The Wiley Blanket
Once upon a time there was a blanket. It looked like an ordinary blanket. Worked like an ordinary blanket. But it was a very very wiley blanket. Who knew? I assure you we didn't, but Petey has shown us the error of our ways.

We have a blanket on our bed. Nicole and family gave it to us (Thanks!!). We love the blanket. Its fuzzy and brown and very soft. The first problem is that the cats love it even more than us. They have commandeered the blanket as theirs and love to sleep on it whenever it's available. They will even share it with each other (but not us) if they absolutely have to . More often though they battle over who gets the blanket. They pounce on each other in hopes of scaring the current blanket-hog away. It usually works, but the pouncer usually becomes the pouncee in very short order and the cycle repeats endlessly (or maybe it just seems endless because it usually happens in the middle of the night). If you are crazy enough to actually try to use the blanket (silly you), you are assured of having all three cats laying on you within about a nanosecond.

I guess I should just come to grips with the fact that it's their blanket, not ours. But I refuse. I refuse to give up the blanket. It's a matter of principle (no, I'm not sure what that principle is). So I use it as often as I can bring myself to shoo a very happy and sleepy looking cat (or cats) off of it. Or when I want some quality time with three cats laying on me.

Given all the cat use it gets, the blanket gets washed a lot. In fact, I just washed it a few days ago. And immediately put the clean and warm-from-the-dryer blanket back on the foot of the bed. Instant cat magnet. They can sense warm laundry from a mile away. And if it's their blanket, they seem to magically appear beside the dryer while I'm taking it out (if only I could train them to fold laundry). Needless to say the cats have been in blanket heaven the past few days with the new, clean, even fuzzier than usual blanket. Happy cats at our house.

Last night, when we went to bed, Petey had claimed the throne that is the Blanket. All hail Petey. He was very proud and happy. Until . . .

Until he realized that the blanket is possessed. Or at least very very wiley. First he tried to exorcise it by digging on it a bit. No luck. Then he chewed on it. Nope. Then he walked away, turned around, and, after tricking the blanket into thinking he had left, leaped on it. Still wiley. Shockingly wiley. Escalation was needed. Next step was to grab a bit of the blanket in his mouth and give it a good shaking (the "kitty shake" that anyone with a cat recognizes). Well apparently it needed a lot of shaking because he proceeded to shake the heck out of that thing while gripping it in his front paws and rabbit kicking it with his back legs. I was starting to feel sorry for the blanket.

During this process he naturally managed to take the blanket that had been neatly folded at the end of the bed and turn it into something that looked about 3 times its normal size and which completely blocked our view of the TV. So much for the flat tidy blanket. Now it was a messy crumpled nest with teeth marks throughout. It was at this point, naturally, that Petey decided that he was done. Not sure if he thought he had won or lost, but he left. And left me to deal with the now messy blanket.

Luckily, it does appear that Petey won as there were no more blanket hi-jinx last night. Maybe it really did just need a good beating from Petey.

I think Nicole has similar blankets at her house. I guess I should warn her about them.

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