Now that I had the cat, it was time for him to clean up his mess. Carrying the cat by the scruff of the neck, I hauled it to the table and proceeded to wipe up the mess with the little cretin.
Cats are not nearly as absorbent as you might think. I spent quite a while wiping it up and down, back and forth across the table, but the only thing I accomplished was spreading the milk around. Figuring that it must have been saturated, I dragged the cat to the sink and dunked it in the dishwater for a rinse. I don't know how long I did this, but I finally had to pause when I caught myself laughing maniacally while thinking about wringing out my cat like a dishrag.
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