I was amused by this post in Posy Gets Cozy last week. I think her cat has been talking to my cat. Last week when the temps dropped below zero, I cuddled up on my sofa on my afghan. Each time I got up from the sofa, I would return to find the cat curled up in my spot. Back and forth, every day, over and over.
In fact there she sits right now all nice and snug on the afghan. As I watch her from the cold recliner. Surrender. The Afghan War is over. And the cat has won.