Occasionally, Stan likes to jump into the laundry basket and imprison himself while I’m folding clothes. I had almost managed to finish this load when he hopped in to nest upon Brian’s gym shorts.
Look at him, just bristling with menace. I have to wait until he gets bored and leaves to finish folding because he will not allow anyone to remove the clothes from under his ample rear end. I don’t mind, though. Claiming the laundry makes him happy, and happy cats make me happy.