Because nothing says comfort than a dark corner filled with clean shirts. And static electricity.
Hey, it’s not my place to interpret what Drawer Cat says. I’m just the messenger what wears the static-charged clothing given unto me by the Drawer Cat. It’s not my place.
(At one point in time, it was my place. The entire house was, in fact. But then I got a cat.)
*Or negatively charged. It can happen both ways, guys.
