Quote Originally Posted by JJ Alfano
After taking a nap, I woke up to my mom screaming bloody murder. I thought she hurt herself so I immediatly ran to her and asked her if she was OK. I asked her whats wrong, and all she could do was point to the laundry room. I fear the worst, only to find out that when I approach the dryer, my worst fear has emerged. My cat Sophie, a year in a half, calico cat, who we rescued from a broken down home, was dead in the dryer. She must have jumped in between my mom grabbing the rugs from the other side of the house. There was a huge wet rug, so when my mom heard the thumping, she ignored it. This whole situation is terrible, because my father always states for her to check the dryer before she turns it on for the cats. Always. And she always does it. The one time she doesnt, this horrific accident has to happen. She keeps beating herself up because it was technically her fault, but it could happen to any one of us. I feel terrible because she is bringing the weight of the whole situation on herself. She keeps bringing up the sound of the thumping and how she heard it, and now that she knows what it really was, she goes into a meltdown. Im not asking for your pity or anything, I'm asking this for my mom, for your thoughts and/or prayers for her to help get through this. That cat was like a child to her, we just lost our 10 year old cat Jonathan, as well as losing her 43 year old brother John. Sophie was a kind of new hope for my mom, something she can show affection to to help her get over the recent deaths. My mom, and even my dad show so much affection to our pets. So please, say a prayer, or a kind word for my mother and this horrible incident. Thank you.
When I was five my mom bought me a little white kitten. it was the first cat she had bought me since I was really little. She had always had bad luck with cats...every one she had ever bought died. So, she buys me this little kitten...I names it Snowball...original, I know. I had him for two days and then never saw him again. I found out this year...I'm 19 now, going on 20...what happened to the cat.

Mom was doing the white laundry and threw it all in the dryer, but didn't start it right away because the phone rang. She got off the phone, closed the door, and dried the laundry...and Snowball it turns out. When she opened the dryer and there was the dead cat all bloody and nasty she freaked out and called my grandma to help her clean it up. My mom finally told me...and then cried...poor thing. She still feels bad...i just thinjk the cat was stupid.