Helping with painting

This weekend, I was very busy. Daddy was painting the bedroom and wouldn't let any of the cats in. Of course that doesn't apply to me since I'm not a cat!
So when he slipped out of the bedroom, I slipped in to begin my inspection of the proceedings.
The room was a lovely shade of red and the bedroom window was open! This window doesn't get opened very often because the screen is not "cat safe". So I guess that would mean something to you if you were a cat.....which I'm not.

I could smell the breeze and it was heavenly! I jumped into the windowsill and promptly slid off with my rear end and paws covered in gooey red paint.
I found a previously undiscovered exit and started making my way down the hall. At that point, I heard Mommy scream and a moment later she caught me picking my way down the hall.
She yelled for Daddy and he tried to get my paws wet to get the paint off. I cried and begged him to leave me alone, but instead, he put me in the bathtub!!!! I continued begging and crying and he kept right on washing me and laughing at me. It was so humiliating.
I will never try to help with painting again.

PS. I did however have the pleasure of watching Mommy crawl all the way down the hall and living room, scrubbing up all of my red paw prints! That was funny! Although, it would have been funnier if it had been Daddy!


Patchez the Princess

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