My mom told me this terrible story that she read on a blog. The blogger, a woman, had to go out of town for a day, so her husband said he would take care of the house, cook, clean, whatever. He did laundry, and in the process, he somehow managed to lock their cat in the dryer and turned it on. I guess the cat was only in there for a minute or two before he heard a clunking noise and went to see what it was. The woman, when she got home, was very upset and really mad at her husband (seriously, how do you not notice a cat jumping into an open dryer? Unless he left the door open when he left the room, then didn't bother to check inside it when he came back to close it.) The cat doesn't seem to have any physical injuries, but it's been acting weird ever since.
The part that upsets me the most about this is that when my mom related this story to me, she was LAUGHING about it. I was not amused, and I told her that it was a terrible story. She said, "Oh yeah, it's awful, isn't it?" And then she giggled some more.
It's conversations like this one that really reaffirm why I moved 1500 miles away from her.
The part that upsets me the most about this is that when my mom related this story to me, she was LAUGHING about it. I was not amused, and I told her that it was a terrible story. She said, "Oh yeah, it's awful, isn't it?" And then she giggled some more.
It's conversations like this one that really reaffirm why I moved 1500 miles away from her.
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