Esme has a new favorite place.
At first, I thought it was cute….
Now…not so much.
Because every time I throw clothes in the dryer, I panic. It doesn’t matter how many times I check to be sure the cat isn’t in the dryer, this still happens:
Me: Esme? Esme? Here, kitty kitty.
Me: Esme? Want some nom noms?
::runs to the dryer and flings open the door so clothes fly out::
Me: ESMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
::checks black socks to be sure they are indeed black socks and not cat bits::
Esme: ::crawls out from under the bed:: Meow?
This happens every time I put clothes in the dryer. Every. Time.
I may never do laundry again.