My Little Helper

Like most people with very busy schedules, I habitually catch up on my errands and housework on the weekends. This weekend was no exception. In the midst of bustling around, I realized I had run out of laundry soap, among other things. I left the washing machine door open, dirty laundry inside, to remind myself to start the load once I returned from shopping.

When I arrived back at my apartment, I was greeted by this:




The worst part ? She was happily sleeping on my sweaty, stinky karate uniform. I hope she enjoyed the experience.

Too bad cats can't be trained to actually do the laundry themselves. They could probably do a better job of folding than I can.