Ada thinks this plush, soft, cozy, warm, awesome blanket belongs to her.
Every time I turn around, she is snuggled up with it like it belongs to her.
She manages to ferret it out and get it all furry even when I've buried it under other blankets and pillows.
(I think she looks like a crabby, old lady here.)
What she doesn't know is that this is MY blanket. Mine. Mine. mine. mine.
Hence the disagreement.
(Imagine her rolling off the blanket now.)
Ada looks very pretty on the red blanket! You should get her her own red blanket!
There does seem to be some kind of connection there.