They finally did the laundry. Okay, there hasn’t been much sunshine for a while. But all they had to do was leave some dirty underwear inside the cheapo plastic thing from Walmart and I’d be all right. Not going to happen, is it. Where’s the goddamn basket?!? Doesn’t anybody care? I’ll just go lie down on the floor and hope they built a fire. Maybe I’ll go use the cat box so a hunk of shit gets caught up in my fur and falls off in the living room. That’ll show them, won’t it. Can’t blame me for an act of God.