I like my white terry cloth cotton bathrobes. Comfy, and pretty much the only thing I can successfully put on when Scruffy head butts me awake at 6 am.
They are also my newest protection for arm wrestles with Tiger, the Wonder cat. Rather than shredding my actual, bleedable forearm, he shreds it. Quite effectively.
So, these robes last perhaps a whole year, if they are sturdy.
Me? No longer bleeding. Works for me.
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