Today was simply a fog, a recovery mode fog. Robby, the Tumbler, was on my mind. He is fine, but I worried about brain damage from the beating against the drum. You know, your imagination is lit on fire, hot dryer fire, to be exact.

He certainly used up one of his nine lives.

Some dear friends suggested that bad things can happen to anyone, like when their kitty got locked in the broom closet all day, or the kitchen cupboard or the car trunk for a moment. That was nice of them to try to make me feel better. I told DTD and she was dumbfounded, who isn't? She tried not to laugh, too. That's what you do when news is too hard to digest...sometimes that's what you do.

My sister said, What if you had turned on the dryer and walked out of the house? Oh, perish the thought, are all the words I can collect for that little helpful piece, LOL.

I just picture this poor long stretched out animal being tossed about in a pitch black drum with heavy wet towels and junk knocking him to the floor of the dryer, only to be shot up in the black again, repeat. And getting hotter. It's like a gruesome cartoon. I'll never forget that pitiful muffled "meow, meow." If he hadn't meowed, well, I don't even want to go there. How long a kitten lasts in a medium hot dryer, I do not want to know.

I'm a little graphic here, in the hopes this sad incident saves some poor kitty down the road. If you can't get the picture out of your head, you will avoid disasater, that's my hope.

So, the moral of this story, for whoever needs it, mainly I do, is ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS check and double check and triple check your washing machine, dryer and dishwasher before you start them. Robby will now have to be shut out of the laundry room while I do laundry. My nerves were short to start with and now they are a mere stub.

Well, I trust this is the end of terrible tales of woe. Thank you everyone who was concerned, it means a lot!

LOVE,
KEM