Scene: It’s pelting with rain outside. Man opens the front door and calls the cats, and presently two soggy, furry balls emerge from under the woman’s car which is parked on the drive, streak across the lawn and dash inside, wet through. They know the drill. They run into the kitchen and jump onto the chair and the kitchen steps respectively, while the man dries them off with paper towels, chiding them gently for going out in the rain. They purr as they start to warm up again.
Translation: I think it’s time we started demanding warmed towels for this procedure. Those paper towels take too long. Right, that’s enough. Snack now please.