Most of the time, I can follow Bob’s train of thought and enjoy it. But some days, like this one, the entire art of conversation seems like a foreign language and I feel like I don’t belong.
It has also been noted that if you have to explain it, the humor goes away.
That said: "Plus they’re wet. I have laundry in the dryer, too."
Do they land on their feet at the end of the process?See it? Wet cats/ wet laundry. Leave it up to me to make the connection, of course.
Timing is tricky, especially in the written form, and most true humor has a dollop of casual cruelty implied, just for the sake of bringing out the horrified expression on your victim with a momentary thought that some idiot actually might put cats in a drier.
It's like stirring up a Harry Potter potion. The ingredients seem haphazard, but the process is precise.
My train of thought is still boarding at the station.