When I bought a little sign at TJMaxx smacking of kittens and vintage goodness heralding "Three Kittens Laundry," Mr. Palindrome thought I'd completed my transformation into a crazy cat lady. The sign was attached to a miniature hanger (of course) and I hung it on the closet door housing our apartment sized washer/dryer combo. It was like a self-fulfilling prophesy for Oliver. Once the sign went up, he took it upon himself to oversee the Palindrome house laundry.
He expertly and deftly sorted by color, though he needed a little boost to load.
All was going well. Both momma and kitty delirious with their new roles. Momma relieved that she had a little helper and Oliver beside himself with fulfillment in being useful.