Like many kitties I have a special woobie. I sleep on it every night. It's green and super soft like my cat mom's fur was. I'll admit that I also knead it for hours at a time. And yes, I may occasionally even give it a little lick. Mom pets me during our special snuggle time and it's very much the part of the day I look most forward too.
Last week I was
By the time I made it in there, she had already shoved it in the washer and started it up! The horror as I watched my woobie turning in it's steel prison.
"What are you doing to my woobie!" I squeaked.
I'll admit I heard only snippets of her reply because of the horror. She said something about "cat spit by her head" and "special fragrance free laundry soap" but who can focus when you beloved is on tumble dry low?
She laid out my woobie when all was said and done and it wasn't the same! I refused to come to bed for the first night and nibbled her on the second night when she tried to pet me. By the third night we were all pretty upset, but by then my woobie started to smell lived in again. And I really wanted to make a huge batch of biscuits.
I gave it a little lick and all was right with the world again. I will be keeping a more careful eye on Mom from now on...