The early morning mist sits heavy like a defeated sumo wrestler on the sleepy fields beyond your window. Alone, you wake up slowly to the muffled groan of creaking floorboards below. Ah, you remember, Fat Cat needs to be walked.
You get out of bed, rub sleep from your eyes, and make your way down the dimly lit stairs to where Fat Cat is already waiting next to your muddy boots by the back door, eyes fixed firmly on you, leash in jaw. You pour yourself a cup of milk, but feeling pity for the impatient beast, set it down and clip the leash to Fat Cat's collar, patting him on the head.
"Okay, Fat Cat. Let's go."
Fat Cat, now panting in excitement, scrapes his large brown paws against the door and knocks the cup of milk off the table with his wagging tail. You turn, and upon seeing the spilt milk all over the floor, sigh. You were asked to mind both the dog and the house, but you're so tired...

What do you do?
A. Walk the dog, leaving the milk for later. Go to Page 2.
B. Clean up the milk. Go to Page 3.