This world of carpet and walls is a dangerous place. Not only am I surrounded by an abundance of slave humans to boss about, but also two canines and another cat.
In my young naivete, I completely discounted the imminent dangers posed by these seemingly innocuous and unimposing things known as 'machines'. I learned a hard lesson one day.
I had been seeking the perfect perch upon which to rest and warm myself in the ever growing chilling autumn environ of the house. Salem had claimed most of the windows, going well out of her way to spat and spew her way and chasing me away from the aforementioned warming spot.
On the back porch, I came upon a large, metallic white box, with a flap open from the face of it. Within were an abundance of soft, clean, dry clothing, entrancingly warm and just screaming for me to bed down upon them for a nice catnap.
Alarmingly, the flap slammed shut, a radial dial turned and all of a sudden the world was a cyclon of swirling clothing, a twirling drum, and blown heat. Needless to say, my yowls for help were well heard, for I heard the human slave running through the house and throwing the flap open.
I dizzily extracted myself from the tumbled clothing and fell out into the human's hands, summarily biting him for not warning me about the dangerous nature of said contraption. All I remember is hearing him say, "Mom, my cat is not a Bounce!"
Luckily it was only a few seconds, but not something I wish to repeat again. I stay away from said "dryer".
Posted by Sierra at April 11, 2005 08:02 PM