Of course, he gets up and is heading out by the time I grab a camera.
Either he enjoyed the fact that it was nice and warm in there, or he wanted to go for a ride.
Either way, I didn't kick the door shut and turn it on. Granted, the thought flitted through my head, but only for half a second, and vanished as quickly as it came.
I know someone who did that. Not on purpose, but still. Kitties + a running dryer = heartache.
But he's still cute...