Caution: Wet Paint
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mackinzieSo I'm getting ready to work out, downing my dinner, when I hear the usual sounds of the cats fighting, followed by a loud crash. As this happens a lot, I ignore it and plan to investigate later before I leave.
I get dressed in my workout gear and start to leave when I find my cats have knocked over a gallon of paint onto my rented kitchen floor. It's everywhere. Luckily, they haven't stepped in it.
But they do try to eat it, though. Muttering a long string of curse words, I grab the paint can and toss it into the trash, drenching my trash can lid with white paint.
The cats are giving me this curious and innocent 'whut?' look while I'm spitting out words that make Jay and Silent Bob look like nuns as I call my workout partner and tell her I'm going to be a little late.
I grab a roll of paper towels and start sopping up the paint, which gets under my fingernails, shoving cats away. Eventually I use up almost the entire roll of paper towels then switch to wet wipes as the paint has started to dry on the floor. Then I wipe down the trashcan lid, call my mom to apologize for throwing her paint away, and go work off some anger-induced adrenaline.
I figure this prepares me for children. Unfortunately I cannot lock them in the bathroom for about 10 minutes when they're bad.
I get dressed in my workout gear and start to leave when I find my cats have knocked over a gallon of paint onto my rented kitchen floor. It's everywhere. Luckily, they haven't stepped in it.
But they do try to eat it, though. Muttering a long string of curse words, I grab the paint can and toss it into the trash, drenching my trash can lid with white paint.
The cats are giving me this curious and innocent 'whut?' look while I'm spitting out words that make Jay and Silent Bob look like nuns as I call my workout partner and tell her I'm going to be a little late.
I grab a roll of paper towels and start sopping up the paint, which gets under my fingernails, shoving cats away. Eventually I use up almost the entire roll of paper towels then switch to wet wipes as the paint has started to dry on the floor. Then I wipe down the trashcan lid, call my mom to apologize for throwing her paint away, and go work off some anger-induced adrenaline.
I figure this prepares me for children. Unfortunately I cannot lock them in the bathroom for about 10 minutes when they're bad.
