|You make bed??|
It's a superhero thing.
Laundry Cat is highly possessive of her Laundry. She loves laundry. I have absolutely no idea where it comes from, but the second she hears the rustle of cotton against cotton, she appears from nowhere, usually blinking sleep from her eyes.
|Hey! This is MY turf!|
Once I wrangle the sheets away from her, tuck Hermes into all the beds, and repeat the process a third time, I pile the rest of the laundry on my bed to be sorted, and she tags along.
|Empty hamper? Don't mind if I do!|
|Well?!? Where's it at??|
Her favorite part, though, comes when I get done sorting.
|Yes... she IS asleep.|
Once I have all the laundry out of the hamper and ensconced safely in the washer, Laundry Cat disappears until it's time to fold and put it all away... and then she does it all again!
I may not necessarily enjoy doing laundry, but between kids and cats, there's an element of fun in it after all. Mary Poppins may have known a thing or two about cats.