So Mom's getting ready to do laundry and she looks into the laundry basket, and what -- no, WHO -- do you think she sees, curled atop the dirty clothes and towels?
That's right! ME!
(And no, those tooth marks aren't mine. They're Brainball's. For some reason, my big brother likes to munch on the laundry basket.)
The laundry basket is (other than Mom's lap) my new favorite place to sleep. It's comfy and cozy, and the clothes and towels smell like Mom and Dad. What could be better?
Another nice thing... remember when I barfed on the Yamaha last year? Well, it doesn't matter if I barf on Mom and Dad's dirty clothes. They're going to be washed anyway. Right Mom? I thought so.
Mickeybear, darling, would you like to join me in the laundry basket? I promise, Mom won't wash us! *smile*
And it's February 29! *~*~*Happy Leap Day, everycat!*~*~* In honor of this special day, I shall make a long leap out of the laundry basket (well, eventually...)! *smile*