Is it the sound of the dryer door closing?
Is it the sight of the blue towel hamper?
Is it the smell of the laundry detergent?
Whatever it is, the very minute the towels come out of the dryer, two cats emerge. It's not unlike opening a can of tuna or changing the sheets on the bed. They instantly appear on the scene from wherever they've been napping.
On this particular day last week, we had the windows open. It was nearly 80 degrees in the house when the warm towels came out of the dryer. All day, mind you, the cats had been lying under the furniture, signaling to me that they could hardly bear the heat. Lily sprawled over the floor vents, waiting for me to turn the air conditioner back on.
But as soon as the laundry came out of the dryer, both cats pushed their little noses under the hot towels and found good spots to nap. Suddenly, it didn't matter how hot it was in the house. They wanted to incubate in some nice, hot towels.
Sadly, only Lily got to enjoy this weekly ritual. Shortly after this picture was taken, she smacked Tinsel on the head and a fight ensued. Lily wanted the towels to herself.