A Basket Load of Trouble

Those people had the audacity to leave for the weekend, and trap me in the basement with Chubby McTubby and Sir Know-It-All. They're such morons. (I mean the people this time, by the way. Though I can see why you'd be confused.)

The basement is where their washer and dryer are. And clothes baskets. Filled with clean, folded clothes. I guess that, after having tripped down the stairs earlier while carrying a basket, the woman didn't want to haul them back upstairs again before they left.

Well, I guess she can dread the task for a few more days, since she now has to re-wash every item of clothing. It's truly amazing how much hair  I can shed when I put my mind to it.

It would be a real shame if I accidentally locked her down there on my way upstairs to my favorite hangout spot, huh?

- Princess