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.
Bed linen washing day, a not so grim furry tale.
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.
Fannie Cranium's 
Love cats! What are their names? And three flights of stairs for laundry? Wow. Good training for your races.
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Thanks, Liz. They are the original Wicket and Sadie I include in my short stories.
You’re right about the stairs, there were great cardio unless we were lugging furniture. At which point I used more colorful terms to describe it.
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I think you could stick a can of peas under that mattress and they’d still snooze away.
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Don’t you know it. There’s something about an animal that can sleep 20 hours a day no matter how many peas are in the mattress that would put that princess to shame. 🙂
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Catitude! 🙂
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Word. 😉
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