So I walked into the bedroom earlier, thinking I’d get ahead of the laundry by running the towels and sheets today instead of putzing around and doing them at the last minute next weekend (which is what happened THIS weekend, don’cha know). Grabbed the pile of sheets and the wife’s towels and threw them into the towel basket, turned to the bathroom to grab the rest of the dirty towels, and realized I’d just thrown the dirty sheets and towels into the basket with the CLEAN towels. So I turned back around and grabbed that pile and pulled them out of the basket.
And looked down and damn near had a heart attack laughing.
The big cat had apparently decided to take a nap on the clean towels. He looked up at me with a sort of a dazed look that said, “HUH? WTF, DAD???”
After I stopped laughing, I felt kind of bad, because he’s going back to the vet tomorrow to have some dentistry committed (bad gingivitis in the back on the upper right side that the vet found Saturday…and YES, Joanna, the vet actually PUT HER HAND IN OUR MONSTER CAT’S MOUTH.
And he didn’t bite it off, which was a bit of a miracle.)
Anyway, after I felt bad for a moment, I started guffawing again, because cat in laundry basket getting towels and sheets dumped on his head.
I’m still giggling about it, five hours later.