I placed the warm blankets on the bare mattress. Not a cat to be seen. One more load of laundry and three flights of stairs to our apartment in West Seattle. Basket on my hip, I entered our apartment, crossed the living room, and entered the bedroom.
The cats materialized on our bed, drawn by the warmth magnet. The princess late to the party. The king pea snug in his blanket cocoon.
Never underestimate the power of a cat to commandeer warm blankets.