I am writing this for my friend's cat, Duke. He was the same age as Juicy, maybe just a couple weeks apart. He was a beautiful orange boy, absolutely gorgeous and had a great personality. He got along famously with their Ocherese (spelling) puppy "Daisy". Together they were "Daisy Duke".
The other day my friend's dad was getting ready for work, opened the dryer and put a shirt in. Went in the other room to get something else to throw in, threw it in, closed it and went to take a shower. He never looked in the dryer, only threw it in, shut it and went about his business.
In that short time, Duke had climbed into the dryer, and the rest you can guess. My friend is so upset. Duke was a present for her from her boyfriend, because her other cat was really old and had just passed.
Duke was a great cat. What a horrible, horrible way to die.
Please, make sure you look in the dryer/washer before starting them up.
The other day my friend's dad was getting ready for work, opened the dryer and put a shirt in. Went in the other room to get something else to throw in, threw it in, closed it and went to take a shower. He never looked in the dryer, only threw it in, shut it and went about his business.
In that short time, Duke had climbed into the dryer, and the rest you can guess. My friend is so upset. Duke was a present for her from her boyfriend, because her other cat was really old and had just passed.
Duke was a great cat. What a horrible, horrible way to die.
Please, make sure you look in the dryer/washer before starting them up.