Laundry Day

The kitties are so helpful.

No, really. I mean that. From installing dishwashers and setting the table to reading the paper or changing Checkers' stinky abode, these kitties know how to earn their keep.

And each one has his own strengths, and -- well, let's face it -- weaknesses. Thankfully, they are well in tune with who is good at what, and who should just go off and find a catnip sock to kill.

Blusie is the self-proclaimed laundry helper. He screams at the top of his lungs to let us know when the washer and dryer are running - I guess to make sure we know they're doing their jobs. And he's OH SO HELPFUL when it comes time to fold, and heaven forbid if anyone else (furry) should try to help.


Spot check inspection on the drying phase. (Neiko looks drunk here. He probably is.)


Blusie: "You're not seriously considering messing with my dryer duties..."


Neiko tries to lend his expertise. (Blusie: "That's right. Just a little closer.")


"Closer..."

(Insert head chewing photo here. This is a family site. I will show crotches but I won't advocate violence. On a positive note, the head chewing ended in licks and kisses.)


The victor. Blusie keeps his title. Thank God we have him to help with the laundry. I'm not sure what Mat would do if his undies weren't carpeted with cat fur.