Yes. This. When my girlfriend (later first wife, currently ex but still good friend) left for her new Navy assignment in Guam, I took my sweatshirt (which she always wore in my apartment, because I “always have the [freakin’] thermostat too low”), stuffed a pillow into it, and slept next to it for the next couple weeks. I told Deb that story years later, and when she had to be away on business for a fortnight, I found her sweatshirt with a pillow in it on her side of our bed.
Catinga. Yes. Good word. 💚💚💚💚💚