Instinct took over, and the cat shook himself violently, droplets scattering everywhere. That simplified the task. Soon, Nick was dry, and his mood had improved. His fur felt soft and smelled clean - an unexpected bonus, but definitely NOT reason to put himself through that ordeal regularly. Turning to the drain, he realized that the sink was still running and swatted the handle down. A few clumps of fur had caught in the drain; impulsively, he fished them out.
Licking his paws dry, Nick focused on using the collar as loudly as possible. "Klaus? Uh, Klaus?" Then quieter: "It's Nick - I need to talk."