I'll Tumble 4 Ya

Last night I was doing some laundry and Pooky was in the basement having a smoke. All of the cats joined us. Mr. Doo was investigating the dryer. He often takes upon himself these investigations and conducts them in such a way that it is like I am being inspected by a lunatic with credentials. Anyhow, I tossed in the wet clothes around him and went about my business. I knew he would leave the dryer so I didn't do a cat check. I closed it up and turned it on and went over to Pooky to have a bit of small talk.

I heard a strange thumping noise coming from the dryer, like when you dry sneakers. I thought it was strange because I had only put in shirts. Then it hit me: cat in the dryer! But I was looking at Mr. Doo when I realized it!

Upon opening the door I see a very scared Mr. Smee as if one of his nine lives had just expired. Poor baby was a streak of fur out of the room and onto the stairs. I made my way over to him for comforting. He was saucer-eyed and breathing heavily. I picked him up and soothed his little body. His nerves were on the outside for a few minutes. He eventually eased his way back into the fold.

It's a given he'll most likely not join Mr. Doo again on an investigation of the dryer!