One of my cats died three years at the grand age of 18 (she was the best cat ever and I still miss her a lot), but I always smile when I think of her and her fascination with the washing machine (we even put a basket on top of it so that she could have a nap there). The funny thing is that every time the machine would start the spinning cycle, she would stop whatever she was doing at the time, she would then run frantically and jump on it and then she would sit there happily purring away throughout until the machine stopped spinning. She didn't much like electircal appliances except from the food processor, it was enough to switch it on and three seconds later she was in the kitchen expecting to have a bit of whatever came out of it (she loved food, human food was her favourite).