Laundry Day
My gals and I spent the afternoon at my friend Joanie's house (Real Name: Joanie).
(EVERYBODY should spend an afternoon at Joanie's house...it's the Fun House, and she's a really good cook!)
Anyway, I was in her bathroom and she asked me to turn her dryer back on because the clothes in it weren't quite done. So I did, and heard the following:
Thump Thump... (sneakers?)
Thump Thump...MEOW!!!
Thump Thump...MEOW!!!
"SHIT!"
Sorry kitty! Let's just pretend it went on the coolest Six Flags ride in the world and only ended up with a mild concussion (not that you can tell with cats anyway..they're not exactly Mensa material to begin with).
But one of my sister's far outdid me once.
She has a strange affection for ferrets (which look like really long rats and were illegal as pets in this state for years due to their sheer grossness-she was forever on some Free the Ferrets Crusade, as if ANYONE gave a shit).
One day Ferret Loving Sister tossed the contents of her laundry basket into her washing machine:
Wash Cycle
Rinse Cycle
Spin Cycle
And then dumped it all into the dryer. Need I say more? There was no happy ending to THAT story, except the fact that the world is minus one ferret.
Let this be a lesson-sort your laundry accordingly, never mixing the dark colors with the family pets.
(EVERYBODY should spend an afternoon at Joanie's house...it's the Fun House, and she's a really good cook!)
Anyway, I was in her bathroom and she asked me to turn her dryer back on because the clothes in it weren't quite done. So I did, and heard the following:
Thump Thump... (sneakers?)
Thump Thump...MEOW!!!
Thump Thump...MEOW!!!
"SHIT!"
Sorry kitty! Let's just pretend it went on the coolest Six Flags ride in the world and only ended up with a mild concussion (not that you can tell with cats anyway..they're not exactly Mensa material to begin with).
But one of my sister's far outdid me once.
She has a strange affection for ferrets (which look like really long rats and were illegal as pets in this state for years due to their sheer grossness-she was forever on some Free the Ferrets Crusade, as if ANYONE gave a shit).
One day Ferret Loving Sister tossed the contents of her laundry basket into her washing machine:
Wash Cycle
Rinse Cycle
Spin Cycle
And then dumped it all into the dryer. Need I say more? There was no happy ending to THAT story, except the fact that the world is minus one ferret.
Let this be a lesson-sort your laundry accordingly, never mixing the dark colors with the family pets.
posted by Bemisdown at 5:06 PM
12 Comments:
Pets always have a way of mysteriously dying when you're around.
Strange.
I read this and laughed (despite myself) last night before going to bed...and one of my cats clearly saw me laughing and didn't appreciate the humour; so they tore down a piece of "delicate" clothing that was hanging to dry and nearly pulled it apart overnight.
I think she'll be going for a little "tumble" later this evening...*
*(Not really...though it's tempting.)
Jeez...I wonder whta happened to her kids kittens? Or Darby?
They sleep in a nice lime filled tarp somewhere...
I have a pet cemetary in my backyard.
My kid's kittens? Ummmm. At a really nice big farm where there is plenty of room for them to play???
Actually, one of them, named "Thumper" by my youngest daughter, ended up in the custody of an ex-boyfriend, and when he died "Thumper" was actually mentioned in his obituary.
Shit...now I'm going to be accused of killing the ex-boyfriend too.
Motheragawd,
Had nothing to do with the cats being dipped in green paint. Our mutual mother went through a "green phase," as you may recall; if we stood still for too long we'd all have been painted green.
So...LOTS of green paint around, some kittens and the YOUNGEST sibling with some co-conspirator...how could they resist?
I STILL mourn the loss of Darby. And Nigel. Especially Nigel. It was a day that will live in infamy for me when he was cruely run over by a car.
But that LAST dog the folks had? We ALL hated him...so "Missy Executor of the Great Estate..." what happened to HIM after the Old Gaot died?
I'm scared.
Just as I thought.
I'm sure HE'S at a great big happy farm too, with my cats.
I'm really scared.
Reminds me of that Far Side cartoon
Click here.
Hey Clinky....
Isn't that Joanie's dryer????
Cake,
Your pets are safe. They're far away from me.
Ex boyfriends are another story....
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