I had left the dryer open earlier, and hours later found the time to empty it. I lean down, and there’s a cat. The wheels in my brain turn slowly. “Oh. It’s George. Wow. I was so not expecting to see him in there. Hmm. He looks a little spooky back in there, in the dark. He’ll come out when I pull the clothes out.” I reach a hand in to scoop out the clothes, and hear myself scream. Good grief! I had time to think about how unexpected it was to see a cat in there, and now I’m screaming.
It was a good scream. Simon comes running in, feet and hands dancing. “Oh, oh! What is it? Is it a bug? IS IT A BUG? Where is it? WHERE’S THE BUG?”
I wonder where he gets that.