Laundry

I've been sleeping next to the washer lately. It's nice there, and the metal is wonderfully cool, so I've been enjoying myself tremendously. Well, I was enjoying my new snoozing place until today, that is, when a bunny hopped through and spotted me. So now the cotton tailed troublemakers have got the notion into their heads, that since I am sleeping by the washer, that I can supervise laundry, and poke loads in, and then lag them out once they're done. Do you know how many siblings I have? If I am forced to do laundry for all of them, I will be trapped forever!