Whoa! I'm not too proud to say I was wrong.
I was WRONG. She was right. I loved it. No more heavy blankets. Just one light and fluffy down comforter to keep you toasty warm on the coldest winter night, and not overly hot on a summer's eve.
I've got two of them and alternate them on the bed. I must say that the old one, which is pretty lightweight, is still the better of the two comforters. But they both have the same problem: the feathers get jammed in the baffles on one area of the bed. The middle.
Sadly, George was my one cat failure. No matter what we tried, he would NOT fit in. So we found him a forever home with a wonderful lady and her resident cat, who George has not attacked in the six years they've lived together. Go figure!
So, come winter, I tend to bring a big beach towel to bed with me, because at least 1/4 of me is not going to have any of that warm and (somewhat) fluffy
duvet and what I do have does not have any feathers and I feel like a Popsicle.
No yogi gave me a mantra, but I have one anyway: I love my cats. I love my cats. I love my cats . . .
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