Yesterday, while Henry was outside I did some laundry and put two wet sweaters on top of a towel on Jessie's bed to air-dry.
Later, I couldn't find Henry. Guess where he was? How did he even know they were in there? He doesnt ever go in there anymore. Whatever, now they're clean, but furry.
Why is a little sweater so exciting or more cushy than just the comforter? He liked the sweaters so much, he went back this morning to take a nap there while I showered, and he always watches me shower.
