Laundry

I find most housework frightening because it involves scary appliances such as vacuum cleaners, carpet sweepers, and irons. Doing laundry, however, is a whole different story. I just love laundry (unless my people decide to use the iron on it but, fortunately, that doesn't happen around here too often).

I love everything about laundry, from listening to the clothes swishing around in the washing machine, to hanging them to dry, to folding them, to hanging them in the closet. My people seem to think that once the laundry's hung up in the closet, then the chore is done. But that's because they've never had the fun of running around on top of hangers full of clean clothes, like I have.

Anyhow, when it's laundry day, I am always right there ready to help. I have to admit that sometimes it's a bit overwhelming and I'm not sure where to start.

But once I've figured it out, I get right to work, climbing all over the clean laundry, poking at it and chewing it. I tell you, there's nothing like it.