Trinique_Fire
Daddi's Princess
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My cat Blaze has a habit of following me wherever I go, especially at night. Insecurity, I think. He's been through a lot in the past few months. Anyway, the washer is in the bathroom. I had my nightclothes in hand...I had plans to go to the bathroom, change my clothes, brush my teeth, etc. I figured Blaze would lay or stand by my feet as usual.
Last night, the washer happened to be going and it was on the cycle where all the water gets expelled, fills again, and goes wildly fast. Those of us with washers know that the damn thing shakes and practically looks like it's going to take off like a rocket. I thought nothing of it, but Blaze took one look at the machine and started yowling. His eyes were about to bug out of his head, as I laughingly remembered that he's never been around a washer before. He plastered himself against the side of the bathtub (which faces the washer) and continued yowling at the machine. I tried calling him over closer to where I was, but he was too petrified. Next thing I know, he's scrambling over the edge of the tub (or trying to), turning back around to stare at the damn washer, jumping OUT of the tub and jamming his face and paws underneath the crack in the bottom of the bathroom door, periodically turning his head to meow at me as if to say "Come on mom! Let's get the hell out of here!!"
Ohhhhh shit too funny.....
Last night, the washer happened to be going and it was on the cycle where all the water gets expelled, fills again, and goes wildly fast. Those of us with washers know that the damn thing shakes and practically looks like it's going to take off like a rocket. I thought nothing of it, but Blaze took one look at the machine and started yowling. His eyes were about to bug out of his head, as I laughingly remembered that he's never been around a washer before. He plastered himself against the side of the bathtub (which faces the washer) and continued yowling at the machine. I tried calling him over closer to where I was, but he was too petrified. Next thing I know, he's scrambling over the edge of the tub (or trying to), turning back around to stare at the damn washer, jumping OUT of the tub and jamming his face and paws underneath the crack in the bottom of the bathroom door, periodically turning his head to meow at me as if to say "Come on mom! Let's get the hell out of here!!"
Ohhhhh shit too funny.....