My sister in law called me one day and asked if I would come over to her house and remove something from the clothes dryer. Naturally I asked wtf she was talking about. She had apparently left the dryer door open, with clothes in it, and later closed the door and fired it up to get the wrinkles out. Yeah, I guess she thought ole Felix bouncing around in there was a couple of tennis shoes because she ran a whole cycle. She was just too distraught over the family pet and didn't think she could emotionally handle it. After I asked her if it smelled like chicken, or if it got the wrinkles out, she hung up on me and never mentioned the cat again.