Kallen pushed open the front door but saw neither Puer nor Kevin.
He went up to the second floor and still did not see them, but discovered that the clothes he had changed out of today, which he had left in the washroom, were gone.
He went up to the rooftop and saw Kevin gripping a laundry pole in his mouth, lifting the clothes up, while Puer lay at one end of the clothesline, holding a hanger in her mouth and hanging up the clothes.
Kallen folded his arms and watched the two pets at home hard at work on the housework.
After hanging up the last piece, the Golden Retriever turned his head and saw Kallen:
"Woof!"
Puer also saw Kallen and jumped down from the laundry pole.
"How did you wash them?" Kallen asked.
Kevin imitated Puer, placing his front paws out before him and pressing them down over and over;
"Thanks for the hard work."
Kallen bent down and spoke to them.
"Meow~"
A little embarrassed, Puer ran off the rooftop first. In two hundred years as a human and a cat, this was the first time she had washed someone else's clothes-and a man's, at that!
"Woof!"
The Golden Retriever followed close behind.
Kallen looked at the clothes drying on the line. They were still dripping; evidently, the two had no way to wring the washed clothes completely dry.
It was almost dark now. At this temperature, the clothes would probably be stiff by tomorrow morning.
But Kallen did not take them down to deal with them again. Instead, he nodded and went down from the rooftop.
For dinner, Kallen boiled dumplings. He had made them a few days ago, but they had been sitting in the refrigerator ever since.
Three plates of dumplings, for a