Today, while I was blissfully snoozing the morning away, the kids went to town. Brandon has a stuffed kitty named Yoggi, after our dearly departed cat.
He and Alexis were playing animal rescue. Yoggi had fallen into the garbage can and needed a bath. He had been searching for food, thought he smelled it in a trash bin, only it was dirty diapers he smelled. Hence, the need for a bath.
The kids put him in water in their bathroom sink. When they lifted him up, his fur was all "spiky." They wanted to put soap on him, but Daddy interfered and said he needed to go to the dryer. Both kids pulled up a chair and watched Yoggi do flips in the dryer.
Poor, poor kitty.