…pair of shorts.
“zOMG, there’s a monster hanging on the exercise bike handlebars!” -Chaos
“Hey, big kitty, why so poofy? Oh, look, something different.” -Mayhem
“Looks like Mayhem will be the first to die in the undoubtedly sharp jaws of the monster…” -Chaos
“Y’know, big kitty, I don’t think this is a monster.” -Mayhem
“She’ll see the truth, when she dies in terrible agony, devoured!” -Chaos
“In fact, I think this is a pair of Mom’s shorts.” -Mayhem
“Monster shorts that have probably already killed Mom, leaving us poor, starving orphans!” -Chaos
“Poor Mayhem. She had such a short life and such a brutal end.” -Chaos
“Um, big kitty? Right here. Alive. Whatever.” -Mayhem
“Here I go, into mortal peril.” -Chaos
“This is the end, my friends, the end.” -Chaos
Please note that neither melodramatic cats nor drying shorts were harmed during the making of this post. I hope you’ll forgive the crappy pictures. My camera seems to have trouble with poofy black cats. You’d think there’d be a special setting.