T-shirt Tug-of-War

When I come home from work, I start peeling off the work clothes as soon as I walk in the door. Last night I tossed my t-shirt on the bed and changed into some shorts. I wanted a snack before I went to bed, so I go back into the kitchen, make myself a bowl of cereal, and sit down at my laptop and troll Twitter and Facebook for a while. When I walked back into the bedroom, Molly had ensconced herself on the bed and she was laying on my t-shirt. I tried pulling it out from underneath her but she wrapped her paws around and would not let go. I do not know what it is about my clothes. Maybe it is because they have my scent on them. Tonight it was a combination of armpit, hot dog chili stains, and maybe a booger or two but Molly was not going to let go of that shirt.