Cat magician.

Laundry is always a separate quest. Especially washing bed linen. I check the washing machine five times so as not to wash the cat. Because the cat checks five times what I put there. But on Sunday, all I had to do was wash my T-shirt, sweater and jeans. On Friday, I just finished a big wash, and there was nothing else.

— Saaash. I demanded. — Check your closet! Are you sure you don’t need to wash anything?

-Nooooo. — My husband rolled his eyes, because I already asked for the fifth time. Why does he always forget something?

OK. No, it’s not. I put everything in the washer. She looked back at the cat.

“Uuu ruuu uuu.” He grumbled unhappily. Again, it will buzz under your ear, you won’t sit quietly in a basin!

-Well, okay! But if you bothered to learn how to wash yourself, you wouldn’t have to buzz on weekends! — I got angry.

Then I remembered that there were still socks left. I put them in the washer. Went back to Sasha. He did find a shirt. Everything seems to be. Went over things. Sweater, T-shirt, jeans, shirt, socks. Cat! Take the cat out, close the door. Make sure the cat is outside. Open the door and throw the capsule. Check again where the cat is. It’s not funny, it’s my phobia. But how is it different if you try to close the machine, and from there a pillowcase jumps out at you and runs to crack the pate! ??

Turned on and forgot for two hours. While washing, while drying. Then open the door and wait until it cools down. Things are very hot and slightly damp. You have to take it out and shake it. But first, let it cool for a couple of minutes. Apparently, everything happened in these couple of minutes.

I’m going through things — no T-shirts. She shook again. Didn’t show up.

— What happened? — Asked my husband, seeing how I puff nervously.

— No T-shirts!

Maybe you didn’t put it there?

I’m already seriously freaked out. I know exactly what I put in!! I checked five times!! Let’s go watch it together again. How two boobies looked in turn into an empty washer. The cat, with the most preoccupied look, also looked in.

-There is not! — I frowned.

— No. — Sasha confirmed.

-Uuuu.- The cat agreed.

We went into the room, made sure that nothing fell out along the way. They sorted through the things thrown on the bed. No, and that’s it!

— Well, she disappeared or what? — I freaked out.

— Dissolved? — Sashka sighed.

-Ururru uuu.- Anything can be expected from you. The cat snorted.

Found in the evening. Of course, buried in a tray. When washing, it still smells a little of rinse aid and a lot of cat.

«I’ll kill you!!!» I yelled, waving my T-shirt.

-Let’s! If you catch him, I’ll hold him! — Supported her husband.

“Ururruu uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhing the cat running away all over the apartment.

Well, at least I’m not crazy, it’s easier. And then after all, I seriously began to think that this T-shirt never existed! So, damn it, there will be nothing to walk. Now socks, now a t-shirt!

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