I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: Where are they, Lady Human?
Doodlebug: Yeah, I’ve been wondering that, too.
Me: Be a little more specific, guys. Where are what?
Sweetie: My cushy baby blanket – the one you used for your babies way back when, my soft purple dinosaur…
Doodlebug: My blue blanket, my green blanket, my white sleeping pad, my other green blanket, my other blue blanket…
Sweetie: My tiny little blankets that I pile up in the corner, my big blankets that I pile up in the corner…
Me: They are drying. I had to wash them. No choice.
Doodlebug: How can we be expected to survive without our softies?
MoonCat: As usual, cats have the advantage. Find a human. Find the humans’ softest furniture. Presto! Good old softies at your service.
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