Quote Originally Posted by Medusa View Post
I'd rinse it off and kiss it up to God (remember that as kids?) and eat the flippin' sandwich.

Almost the same here - pick it up, rinse it off; give a piece to Cassie Cat, who loves cheese; and plop it on the sandwich. Cat hair is par for the course at my house.

Edited to add: Cassie was probably in the kitchen anyway the second she heard the cheese being unwrapped. String cheese, Kraft Singles or slices of cheese from the supermarket deli counter - she's there.