Fay glared unhappily at his human, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the several litres of water that was clinging to his pale fur. He tried to shake himself off, but his human just yelled at him. He couldn't lick himself dry as his fur would stick to his tongue more than it already did, and that would just end up annoying him more. So he did what any distressed, wet kitten would do.
He sat in the middle of the room and meowed until his human took pity on him.
Which, admittedly, wasn't really very long, Fay thought as he was wrapped in a thick warm towel. His human started rubbing him dry and Fay instantly started purring happily, turning to stare at the human whenever he stopped.
The human grumbled something that Fay guessed was an 'I told you so,' which would have usually caused him to seek revenge.
But, wrapped in a large towel that reminded him fondly of the blanket he was carried home in, with his human petting him more than he was usually petted a week…
…he found that he really didn't care.
