Furry Mop.

I had to rearrange the fridge today after a huge food shop. I was relieved that the open pot of sour cream that I knocked over had just dripped on the door, until I looked down and realised it was all down the leg of H's jeans on the airer, several other items, the airer itself, and was dripping down on the floor. Eddie kindly rushed to my rescue and started mopping it up with his tongue. I'm sure it's no good for him and had to put him in his cage, he was less than impressed.