Today was laundry day. I love laundry day. Nothing like rolling around on a pile of warm clothes, fresh from the drier.
I love the smell of Downy in the morning, or the afternoon.
I really don't understand why Dad gets so irritable. What's a little cat floof on your shirt? It was there before you washed it, and it'll be there as soon as you put it back on again. Sheesh.
I was expecting the usual "Get off those!" yell when Dad totally surprised me as I rolled on the pile. He started to laugh really hard, really hard. Seems my rooting around in the pile caused a pair of undies to wrap around my neck like a scarf. All that laughing startled me and I raced down the hall with my new outfit on. It seemed to make he laugh even harder.
I don't know what the big deal is... cause that happens to everyone. Right?