I had to wash the teal-coloured blanket that Minuet usually has to lie on in her corner of the library. I replaced it temporarily with several towels and, of course, retained the heating pad under them. They weren’t the same, though: they were flatter, a little harder, and they weren’t Min’s blanket.
When the blanket had been washed and dried, I returned it to its proper place, inserted the heating pad and showed Madame. She stepped onto the blanket and immediately started to knead it, purring. She was glad to have it back. It’s thick and soft, comfy and warm. It’s her blanket.