get out of there cat, you’re not laundry and you don’t need to be folded.
*psa to always check your dyers for curious kitties before starting the cycle*
whatever, the house is a mess anyway.
I turn my back for five seconds, cat.
whoa, cat. time to go on a diet.
get out of there cat. those are clean.
you’re kidding me. now i have to wash those again.
get out of there cat. you clog up the lint screen.
yes, you look adorable with my panties on your head. but they’d be cuter on my butt.
you are not washing, cat. you don’t even like water.
now i know why my black t-shirt looks like a yeti slept on it.
get out of there cat. you are clean enough.
get out of there cat. you don’t know how to do laundry. the first step is not putting yourself in the basket.
get out of there cat. you are not laundry. you do not belong in the basket.
get out of there cat. i just washed those jeans and am trying to dry them. surely they don’t need to be re-furred so soon.