We had been running the planer all night, so Roy went out back to see how full the Shavings Bin was.

This is what he found:

He ran back into the shop, laughing, and said “Stop the blower and go look in the shavings bin, there’s something in there.”  Ryan and I nervously ran out to see what it could be.

This is what we saw:

What is it??

“Whitey is that you, girl??”

“Wake up Whitey!!”

“Get out of there, you crazy cat!”

Poor Whitey. . . I don’t know how she slept through the blower and raining sawdust. . .

Maybe she likes it?