Fun With Laundry

One of the things that makes having six cats so fun is the fact that they can turn even the most mundane events into something memorable.  Household chores become something that you have to plan around them, so as not to mess up their routine too much.  For example, I won't vacuum in a room with a cat sleeping in it (unless it's Mango, and I'm trying to get her out of the room on purpose...).  Which means I have to take my chances as I find them, since when you have six cats, there's almost always a cat sleeping in every room.  Or changing the sheets on the bed, for example.  I usually have to wait until later or a Saturday or Sunday until everyone has decided it's time to get up and greet the world before I can strip the bed and get new sheets on there.

So Sunday, when I needed to take the ginormous comforter to the laundry for its periodic washing, I considered myself lucky when all the kitties came out to see what we were having for breakfast.  I ran back after we ate and stripped the entire bed, threw the sheets and mattress pad into the wash at our house and drove off with the comforter to the laundromat, which thankfully, is right up the hill from our house.  

After an hour or so, I brought back the nice warm comforter and put it in the clean laundry basket in our bedroom, since I was still waiting on the mattress pad to dry before I could make up the bed.  I put the load in the dryer and then had to go run another errand.

When I got back, I put the mattress pad back on and started making up the bed with clean sheets.  When it was time to put on the comforter, it took my brain a split second after I reached for the comforter to register that it was quite a bit heavier than it should have been.  By the time I realized why, it was too late.  I'd already ruined Wanda's new nappy place.  Boy, was she unhappy about that.  She had quickly discovered the warm pile of comforty goodness and made herself a little nest in there, since the bed was out of commission.  She came flying out of the nest, blinking and licking with that look that always says that her feelings have been mortally wounded.  When I got the comforter back on the bed, I grabbed her and stuffed her under it, but she was already done with this venture, and jumped off the bed with the equivalent of a little kitty "harumph."  

Later, when I was folding clothes, she did rejoin me, as though to tell me she forgave me for ruining a perfectly good nap.  I was pairing socks, and tossed one towards her on the bed.  She put her little head on a pair of them as though it were a tiny little pillow, and seemed to think I had created that pillow just for her.  After her rude awakening earlier, I had no problem with letting her go on thinking that.