Muffin has a love/hate relationship with her fleece blanket. She will get all wound up, digging & attacking it & finally flinging it on the floor like it's the most horrible thing ever invented. But heaven forbid my husband or I try to touch it! Yipes, it's hers & don't
even think about it.
When I have to launder it, it's like a covert military operation...my husband usually has to distract her long enough for me to get it in the washing machine & then we just keep our fingers crossed until it comes out of the dryer.
C.J.