Meanest Blanket Thieves. They must be familiars for the witches

The black cat has the face of a Who from Whoville

something terrible happened to my blanket and I'm exactly sure what. It was downstairs, I went upstairs, slept, went back downstairs, blanket gone. Now I'm grooming a new blanket. YES IT TAKES GROOMING. You gotta get all the circle cotton dot thingies that rub you just the right way okay.