This is not unusual cat behavior, I know. The stupidest part of this whole laundry process is that Sydney couldn’t give two shits about laundry when it’s in a warm pile– oh no, he is all about climbing into the basket when all the newly folded clothes have been (lovingly!) placed inside. Observe:
Anyone care to guess why, though our other, anonymous laundry basket was straight up stolen from our previous apartment complex laundry room, my Greek-lettered one was never swiped?
Kitty doesn’t know, either. He does know that he prefers the ease of having his own laundry room– the better to get stuck behind the dryer and howl for help!
Any attempts to physically remove him? Met with the claws. He is not messing around.
Basically, he will stay in there until one of us removes him or puts the laundry away. While I wish I could say we were even remotely quick about the latter, it is usually the former (and the promise of a Greenie) that lures him away from his plastic palace.