Poor Fred!

As a small Kitten, First Kat Mz Fred wore out a few of her Nine Lives attempting to "assist"
with the laundry chores ...

She was ForEVER digging into the laundry baskets ... clean or dirty, folded or loose ...
mattered not to her. And she got "parked" in closets or on top of
the washer & dryer more than a few times because no one "noticed" the lil Black Kat hiding in the clothes!

Even after several "incidents", she insisted on supervising the loading and filling of the top loading washer ...
She'd HANG into the tub- "playing" with the rushing water and "batting" at newly added items.
Without fail, she'd lean too far ... Paws flailing - she'd topple in ...
YEOWLING all the way!

The dryer was our big worry! NO Commom Senese loaded into that Kat Brain!
She didn't like cold, wet, UN-dryed stuff ... but watch out if the door was open and
there was warm, fulffy, DRY stuff to lay on! *I* used to combine shirts & jeans into
ONE BIG dryer load ... dry for 45 minutes, dig out the dry shirts; then continue
to cook the heavy jeans a while longer.
Dummie da Kat would frequently *hop aboard* the Frigidare Merry-Go-Round when the
ride operator stopped it to pull shirts, slam the door, and rev 'er back up.

"ker-thump ... Ker-THUMP ... Ker-THUMP!"
STOP da RIDE ... I wanna get OFF!

One VERY Dazed Kat would out the opened door!

GOOD GRIEF! --- Will she EVER learn??

She NEVER did ... she went for a Fridgidare Dryer Ride at least once a year!