Reminds of a story I heard about some hippies who lived in Vermont in the seventies. They were into pottery. The stacked their kiln high with unfired pieces and fired it up. Around that time their cat disappeared. They never did find that cat. But when they unloaded the cooled-down kiln several days later, the pottery was a mess.
My mother turned on a dryer with a cat in it.
If you ever have a desire to find out what a cat looks like without hair, that’s the way to do it.
Before somebody ask, no the cat didn’t make it.