From time to time

"This is disgusting. You're disgusting," Des said and tossed out a grubby old blanket with utter distaste.

That was the blanket under which I used to curl up with Benedict whenever there was a storm outside. I remember our routine. First I would blot Benedict with a fresh towel (too moist to cuddle). After that I would flop onto my favourite couch, pick Benedict up and tuck him into one of my stomach folds. Then I would drape the blanket over the both of us and pet Benedict to sleep with my flippers. I'd watch him sleep serenely and blot him again from time to time.