Cat-tastrophe

I love my grandma, but she can't put the cat in the washing machine for a ten minute cycle and get away with it.

My 80 year old grandmother lives on her own, with her odd little cat Ringo. Apparently, Ringo had decided to take a little cat nap in the washing machine right before my grandmother went into the basement to load her clothes into the washer, a little cat gesture that would other wise be cute. But, Grandma piled the clothes onto poor little Ringo, and Ringo didn't have the faculty to know what was about to happen to him, so he stayed in there and made no noise or significant attempt to escape. Grandma dropped in her last garment, completely unaware that her sweat pants had come alive and were squirming around in the bottom of the washer. She shut the lid, set the timer for 30 minutes, and walked away.

Ten minutes later she heard a thumping noise and an incredible squelching sound, it was the noise of little Ringo running on the mouse wheel to hell, screaming. I can imagine the poor guy running for a few rotations, and then getting whipped around onto his back, and then regaining footing briefly, over and over. Grammy came in and opened the door to the washer and Ringo shot to the ceiling and then scampered away at lightening speed. Grandma continued the rinse cycle. Ringo doesn't sleep in the washing machine anymore.