My cat, Linus, adopted the basket of blankets by the fireplace on his first day in the house. He'd spend hours sleeping in there, hoping for someone to start a fire where he can get really toasty. A month or so ago, Tig, the old fat cat, took the basket.
Linus hadn't touched it since. I don't know how cats view territory or stuff like that, but he refused to even look inside of it.
He took to the basket again earlier this week. Turns out Jim had washed the blankets in an effort to get rid of the cat hair and that's all Linus needed. It's odd because the other cats will still sleep in his basket (sometimes even if he's already in there), but when a different one's claimed it, the others stay away.
I need to get a hobby or something.

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