Attack of the Laundry Cat

I've heard of the ceiling cat, who apparently watches me masturbate:

But yesterday, after I finished a load of laundry, I suffered an attack from Laundry Cat, who decided that folded clothing should not stay folded. She attacked while I was in the other room, spreading havoc and dismay as she rolled around in my freshly washed and folded laundry. She unfolded my shorts and a few t-shirts before she was done, and let me tell you, it was a damn good thing I hadn't folded my socks yet, because she got into those as well. Crazy Laundry Cat, I'll get you one day!