Dax and the Blanket
Woman in the Middle | March 20, 2018Hubby does not like to be cold. Before Christmas he mentioned that he would like a throw blanket to use when he is on the couch that was longer than the one he has now. I went looking, and found that most throw blankets are five feet long. I did manage to find one that is six feet long, and it went under the tree for Hubby. The blanket is made from that really silky soft slightly fuzzy material that science has come up with. In other words, a delight to touch.
At some point, the blanket made its way from under the tree to the back of the couch. Dax discovered it there and liked to give it a good kneed once in a while. We were not impressed, since the blanket was brand new. What we did not realize was that we were witnessing the very beginnings of a love story.
One night, we were watching TV and, as usual, Hubby was on one end of the couch and Eldest Daughter was on the other end. Dax jumped up to take over the middle cushion on the couch, as is his usual practice when we are watching TV. The new blanket happened to be on the middle cushion that night, and Dax gave it a few kneeds and then settled down on it. We thought he looked so cute, cuddled up on the blanket. (But then, we think all three of our cats look cute all the time.)
It was that night that Dax went from falling in love to being in love, or should I say IN LOVE, with that blanket! Now, a few weeks later, and that blanket is his! Night before last removed any doubt that may have been lingering in our minds that Dax and that blanket are buddies.
We were watching TV and Hubby was sleepy. Eldest Daughter was visiting Youngest Daughter and Dax was someplace else in the house, so Hubby had the couch all to himself. He took advantage and decided to lay down and stretch out. The soft blanket was under him. Dax wandered into the room and was a bit out of sorts. He finally lept up on the couch and tried to get comfortable on the 12 or so square inches of the blanket right in front of Hubby’s face. While Hubby liked the fact that Dax was “cuddling”with him, I knew better and told him so. He was keeping Dax from his blanket.
Hubby tries to delude himself sometimes that the cats are just cats, and he didn’t move. Dax jumped down and tried to find another place to settle, but none suited him. Then Eldest Daughter came home. While we were talking to her about her evening, Dax jumped up and laid down on the back of the couch. Hubby then sat up, the better to engage in conversation. We were telling Eldest about poor Dax’s blanket conundrum, when she reached over and scratched his back. That caused Dax to look back over his shoulder to see who was doing the scratching. When he did, Dax happened to see that the beloved blanket was once again uncovered. I am telling you, his eyes lit up like neon bulbs and he couldn’t get down from the back of the couch fast enough to plop down on the blanket. It was a sight to see, and we all started laughing, not at Dax, but in our delight at witnessing such unmitigated joy.
Needless to say, the blanket is now Dax’s, not Hubby’s, and no one, and I mean no one, is allowed to keep Dax from getting on his blanket. The joy he gets from that blanket is not to be interfered with!
As I was typing this , I snuck over and got this photo. Guess who is laying on HIS blanket?
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