If you’ve ever had a cat, you probably know this scene.
The clean clothes come out of the dryer or off the line. You turn your back, however briefly.
Cat inserts herself into the clean laundry and immediately goes limp, preparing for passive resistance to any cat extraction attempt.
This is Ms. Kili snuggling down in the clean stuff. I usually just try to pull my shirts out. I’m not sure why. They don’t get ironed anyway, and a few more wrinkles likely won’t be noticed. But rescuing the shirts is just a symbolic way to assert people power (as opposed to feline power, which really rules around here).
In any case, it’s Feline Friday.