Is it really that hard being a cat? Because they just always seem to be sleeping.
And getting in the way. By sleeping.
Sometimes I do laundry. I have a System. Neil makes fun of my System but it works!
Occasionally. Every once in a while really.
See, in the System, you must do everything methodically. Whites are a separate load. Darks are a separate load. Reds are a separate load. Unmentionables are a separate load.
Do you see my problem?
No? Alright, I’ll tell you.
My mom raised me right. Oh yes she did. She taught me not to waste water and by golly do I live by that. So I will not do a load of laundry if it is anything less than full. And full on the “Large load” setting full. That’s a lot of laundry and only two people live here.
Two people and two cats. But the cats don’t need their underwear washed that often.
The System requires me to wash and dry, wash and dry, wash and dry, and wash and dry some more. And since the laundry has built up to such an enormous mountain, it takes quite a few wash/dry cycles to get them all done. All the while, I must be hanging and folding up the clothes between each wash/dry cycle since, if I don’t, the clothes will end up on the floor and therefore be “dirty” again. And have I mentioned how much I hate hanging and folding?
There are times that I have just had enough of the overflowing laundry basket and just wash them all. In these cases, I’m left with many many single socks between loads. The lonely socks are left wondering where their mates have gone to. Have they fallen into a pant leg only to fall out later? Has their beloved been mixed in with the darks? The reds? Or *gasp* the Unmentionables? Or have their other halves fallen *gulp* behind the washing machine?
Anything is possible when you live by The System.
Do the cats help when I lose socks? Never.
Not once has Bella offered to help me find the single lost sock. No ma’am. She just enjoys the warmth left behind by the freshly dried laundry I just folded and takes a nap.
Does Dante even care? Oh no he doesn’t. He’s more interested in becoming the next Cat in the Box.
Dante, it was a Cat in the Hat, not a box sweetie. Now get off the internet and back to sleeping on a chair somewhere.
Sometimes they even drag off the laundry with them. You know, to play with. Because that’s normal doncha know. But then they turn on the adorable-face and you just can’t help but be ok with their uselessness.
