Senyah left her warm jacket on one of the chairs.

Buster decided it made a good cushion, and claimed it as his. In
fact, Buster was sitting on Senyah's jacket when he had to hork up a
hairball.

So I put the jacket in the wash, dry it, and bring it out of the
laundry room.

Buster jumps down from his perch, runs up to me, and starts pawing at
the jacket. He sticks his head into a pocket.

Senyah says, "Maybe we should hang it up in the closet this time."

Hehe. Gee, d'ya think so?

Hugs and Purrs,
Mark