Would you like to hear a story about how my brother accidentally killed the cat? I'm going to tell it anyway, so I'm not sure why I asked.
The house I grew up in didn't have gas, it had a shitty coal fire. Nobody lived in it full time anymore, so when my brother got back from the Navy, he went into the house and it was freezing. He wanted to warm up, obviously, but didn't have any coal or he couldn't be bothered to light a fire or something, I'm not sure of the details. Anyway, he realised that the tumble dryer gives out heat when switched on out of the exhaust, so he put it in the living room. He went to get something, came back, closed the door, and warmed up. Later, he returned to the dryer to find that the cat had been in there the whole time. He told my dad a fox caught it, and the truth was only revealed when the story was the centrepiece of the best man's speech at his wedding.