For some reason, when I saw this picture over on Jay’s Blog I had terrible images of the best cat I’ve ever owned…whom I killed in the dryer about three years ago. The picture just gave me images of Jack tumbling helplessly in the dryer…. (Sorry Jay, I LIKE your picture. 🙂 I think I’m still a bit traumatized about this incident though…)
I’ve never been so upset over an animal as I was at finding out my cat buddy, Jack, had been in the dryer sleeping when I threw a comforter in there to dry. Threw it right on top of him and shut the door and started the dryer. I didn’t know he was in there. I DID know that he slept in there once in a while. But like an IDIOT, I didn’t think to check in there before I tossed in the comforter. And it didn’t register in my brain at the time that after I put the comforter in there and started the dryer – that an unusual thumping noise began coming from inside the dryer which couldn’t be caused by a light, soft comforter.
Now this was late at night and I was going to wait for the comforter to dry so I could take it upstairs and put it on the bed before I crawled in with my wife…but I was too tired and couldn’t wait for it to finish drying…so I went to bed.
Next day I couldn’t find Jack. Went looking all over for him. Even drove around the neighborhood because I thought he’d got outside somehow (he was a housecat).
Crazy thing is, earlier that day I had already removed the comforter from the dryer but somehow didn’t notice his dead body in there. Though I couldn’t figure out why the comforter smelled so bad at the time.
Later on I went back to the dryer because I thought I’d threw some more clothes in there to dry (which I hadn’t). Opened it up and there was Jack’s body – all singed, twisted, and broken from a 45 minute tumble in the dryer.
My heart dropped at seeing him. I lost it after that. Literally had a break down. I hurried to my wife and – in shock – I told her that I’d found Jack…in the dryer…dead. And that I’d killed him. And then had to explain to her how it was my fault.
I’d never killed a pet before. Especially one with whom I was so close. I just kept having these images of Jack sleeping soundly in the dryer one minute and the next tumbling around in there uncontrollably to his death. I can’t imagine how that cat felt as he tumbled around. I’m sure it took a little while to kill him. Poor little guy.
I had to trash the comforter after that for obvious reasons. The worst part was taking Jack’s broken body out of the dryer. But I managed to do it after working up the nerve and I took him out back and buried him.
Then, after that, I had the terrible job of cleaning and sanitizing the dryer which was very emotionally difficult too.
Jack was an awesome cat. The BEST cat I’ve ever had. He loved me to death and I loved that little cat.
Jack used to follow me everywhere around the house. He always had to be by my side, rubbing on my legs and purring at me – waiting for me to bend down and give him a scratch behind the ears or a rub on the head… OR waiting for nap time! –
He LOVED to take naps with me in the afternoon. He’d lay right next to me and go to sleep. We were good buddies.
I still feel guilty about killing poor Jack. I’ll probably never get over it.
I’m still sorry Jack. I wish I would have checked in there first. You’d probably still be alive today if I had only checked before I tossed in the comforter.
I still miss ya good buddy…and I always will :o)