Zuma
sighed a bit, putting the last of her laundry into the washer. She
stood up from her basket as she closed the door and looked around. A
laundromat was not ideal, but it was the best she could do right now.
The black-footed cat stretched idly, before slotting a card into the
machine.
The
washer read the chip in her card and displayed the remaining credits
on her account.
Sighing,
the spotted feline put in the detergent and started the washer up,
watching as the display deducted the cost of