Fezzik thinks the fun room is wonderful. This is the last room we have to paint. A considerable part of January has involved painting the house interior. I’m very happy with the colors we choose. This is a big change for me. Normally we paint, and I look at the color for a bit convincing myself it was the right choice! Because it just isnt quite right…. This time We both love the colors. IT has only taken 33 years for us to master this. IF we finish today, I’ll feel great about it. BUT
Almost no knitting got done on my Dee’s Take Five sock because of the painting yesterday. But there will be pictures soon. It is a great pattern!!
So I’ve told you before how hard it is to catch little Blind Pie when she knows you want to catch her. In the entire month of Painting, there have been no kitty mishaps. Cats are smart. They stay away from paint, don’t like the smell, don’t wag their tails joyfully and slap paint everywhere.
Still, there will be mishaps! Fezzik must sit with us in each room we are working in. Usually he sits right on the tarp next to the paint. Oh, and he’s exhausted after watching us. We are exhausted too!
Yesterday Pie was quietly joining us in the room we were painting. Something happened, not sure what. It involved an unexpected noise….I’m not sure if it was the ladder being folded up, or a screwdriver falling off a table or some other innocent noise,
but Pie got spooked and ran through the room. She’s like a tornado when she’s spooked. She managed, yes ,to dip just one paw in the rolling pan and go streaking to safety in the kitchen. I ‘m chasing her with a damp rag and wiping up one delicate but very visible latex paint kitty paw print all over the hallway and kitchen.
She’s a weird little one. She has cataracts, she reacts to immunizations and she has the oddest nails I’ve ever seen grow on a cat. They are like hooves. So I was hellbent on getting that paw cleaned up before she licked the paint off it and got sick.
No Luck. She can outrun, out swerve and outnerve me every time. She must have a sixth sense. I’m telling you , you cannot catch her. So, we had to let her be. I easily cleaned up the paint paw prints. Later, her buddy Fireman, was able to pick her up as if nothing ever happened and get the dried paint off her paw.
Don’t get me wrong. She’s the first to snuggle up to me on HER terms on the warm electric blanket while I’m knitting. But if you want to catch her and she’s worked up…..you just have to let her be.
Here’s hoping for no paint stories tomorrow. Do you have any ?