As she is wont to do, she came looking for me to sit beside me. On her blanket. She jumped onto the sofa and stood there. Staring at the spot without the blanket. Staring at me.
I walked into the laundry room, took a load out of the dryer. Walked back into the living room where she was still standing on the sofa, in the same spot, staring at me with that "where's my blanket?" look on her face.
Okay, okay. I grabbed an afghan. Stuck it in her corner of the sofa. Immediately she walked over and laid down. Cats can be so bossy!