Laundry Approved by Inspector Number Zzzzzzzzz

This was the scene I encountered on the bed on this day. I had done a load of wash and piled it on the bed to air out. It was fresh and toasty-warm and good-smelling, right out of the dryer. Ahh, what could be nicer than clean laundry?

The laundry inspector (which is to say Dexter the Tabby) came by to make sure that the clean laundry met all stated performance standards. He is also in charge of shedding dark fur on the white clothes, and white fur on the darks. I think the warm softness of those socks right there may have done him in. ;-)

The soundtrack has to be a lullaby, so here are the Dixie Chicks, with Lullaby.

Also possibly related: Meet Mr. Fuzzybritches, Laundry Inspector.