You know how they say that cats have 9 lives? Meaning that they can survive a lot of stuff.
Well Mr. Mittens is proving that to be true as our most curious, naughtiest, busiest kitten yet.
I read that about tuxedo cats. The article warned that they are extra curious, extra friendly and extra overall and we are finding that to be true.
Last week I posted a picture of a soaked Mr. Mittens and today I'm here to tell you the story. It left me in tears and he only seemed to be annoyed that he required a bath afterwards.
I was home with a sick Leo and Fletcher one day last week. I was trying to get caught up on all the things and it was my chance to get some laundry done. I filled the washer with a load of blankets and towels. I put in one pile then reached to grab the second pile. Never leaving the washing machine. I added the soap and hit start.
I moved on to get busy fixing breakfast and doing dishes. Several minutes later when I was sitting down to eat my own breakfast I hear Mr. Mittens crying. I looked in the usual spots to see if he'd gotten locked in the garage, our walk in pantry, the half bath (all spots he's gotten locked in before) and I could not find him.
Imagine my horror when I realized his meows were coming from the laundry room. Specifically FROM THE WASHER. Mr. Mittens was locked inside the washing machine and it was on!!
I stopped the cycle as fast as I could, opened the door and found a soaked Mr. Mittens standing up inside. His head was perfectly dry and his body was completely soaked. I grabbed him and gave him a quick once over. He was fine. Thank, God. I cried and hugged him tight.
So here I was holding a drenched cat trying to figure out how in the world this could have happened?? I honestly still have no idea how he got into the washer. He was not in the blankets or towels so he must have jumped in as I was loading and got covered with laundry. Then he sat quietly inside as it filled up with water, rinsed the clothes and cried for help. When I opened the washer door, there wasn't any water inside. Just wet clothes and a wet Mr. Mittens.
I called Fletcher over to help. He grabbed towels and quickly realized Mr. Mittens would need a bath. He had detergent spots all over him. I gave him a sink bath, scrubbed his soapy self and then helped dry him off. He got the full spa treatment. He was mostly just annoyed that he was wet and kept giving me a hairy eyeball (dirty look) for the rest of the day.
I'm so thankful I was home, that I stayed close to the laundry room to hear his cries and that he was so smart to figure out how to keep his head above water. You guys. This story could have had a very, very tragic ending so easily. I'm so thankful God protected him once again. This is by far his scariest near death encouter yet. And now I thoroughly check every single load in the washer and dryer.
Adventures of Mr. Mittens:
He's a flight risk and can regularly be found running circles around our property.
He snuck into our dryer once when I was doing laundry. I fluffed him long enough to hear three loud clunks in the dryer and I opened the door to save him.
He scaled our Christmas trees like he was used to climbing trees on the daily.
He spent the night locked in our walk in pantry. Somehow he'd gotten locked inside.
He jumps onto my plant table like a jungle cat, digs around in my plants and knocks over potted plants.
He is our only cat to have a full set of claws and we found him climbing our family room curtains like that was the exact thing they were made for.
And now washer gate.
He's the cutest, sweetest cat, but this guy keeps us on our toes.
When he see this handsome guy on my feed, pray for him because he is one busy guy!
