Last night, I was washing my face and getting ready for bed. With my eyes squeezed shut and a face full of half-washed-off soap suds, I reached out blindly for my towel which normally hangs on the back of the bathroom door. I discovered that it was missing and realization dawned: it was Laundry Day. With my towel neatly folded in the hamper that was still sitting out in the living room, I fumbled around the bathroom looking for something to wash my face. My foot came into contact with something. I knew what it was. I didn’t really want to use it but what choice did I have?
So I used it.
Lesson learned: Cat fur does not have the drying-off capabilities that one would expect.