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The story should start where the story begins
Cats have nine lives, ours is on TEN
While helping my wife, which is always my aim
I worked on the laundry while missing the game
TV is important, but so are clean clothes
So doing my chores is the path that I chose
Soon I’d regret that I hadn’t stayed put
In my comfy recliner, my dog at my foot
For helping my wife led to such a disaster
That joy could not leave from our house any faster
With laundry piled up, I sprang into action
I’d miss some of the game, but just a small fraction
The washer was done. It was time for the dryer
The clothes went in – fate began to conspire
Trouble came quick, and it came with a sound
A tiny “Meow” my giant ears found
It came from inside the whirling machine
The rolling and bumping – a terrible scene
I could not believe what I knew to be true
This couldn’t have happened right out of the blue
A mistake was made – not by me but the cat
She jumped in the dryer and happily sat
My back had been turned, and she took a big chance
When I pushed that button, she started to dance
Spinning and tumbling, the cat was in fear
Then my wife heard the noise, “What is it, my dear?”
I pleaded my case that it wasn’t my fault
The cat had jumped in for a free somersault
Realizing the trouble that I was now in
Panicked, I stopped the poor dizzy cat’s spin
The critter came out in a fog and a daze
Her eyes bouncing wildly and covered in glaze
No body parts harmed, her brain still intact
My wife had to realize the truth of the fact
That the cat had snuck by in her secretive way
There was no need for blame, I should not have to pay
Since it all ended well, my spouse held no grudge
The feline survived, there was nothing to judge
In fact, she’s still with us
And no worse for wear
Happily living her life without care
The cat proved herself to be more than a toughie
And after her ride, she was safe, warm, and fluffy!
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