We are artists

I spent a good part of two nights ago chasing the cat around the house after he stepped in the pile of gold paint I was using.

He hopped on the desk, then paused in a brief moment of confusion. He and I realized what had happened at almost the same instant. He was faster and managed to hit the desk, bed (sheets and comforter), area rug, hardwood floor, and kitchen rug before I scooped him up (gold feet straight up in the air) dragged him through the building and dumped his happy ass on the front walkway.

He scampered to the window and bitched at me while I Cinderella-ed about eight different surfaces.



He's a bad cat.