Using hot water to clean a metal-edged paintbrush means ... never having to feel the deep slices in your fingers until it's too late to realize you're being cut.
Ow.
I think I shall be writing a new list entitled: "How to Paint with the Assistance of Your Cats."
Get paint can ready. Find your work tray, and the can opener.
Steal can opener back from cat.
Open Can. Prepare to transfer paint.
Get cat out of paint can.
Get paint foot and nose prints off the furniture. Chase down and clean cat.
Pick up spilled gallon paint can. Find second cat.
And third cat.
Bathe. See instructions on how to bathe cat. Figure out how to get a gallon of paint out of a longhaired cat.
Shave cat.
Visit ER.
Tear out carpet that received the rest of the paint.
Get new paint, try again.
Have everything ready and in one place this time. Make sure opener is on a leash so cat can't steal it.
Open can, transfer paint.
Remove cat's paw from tray. Clean.
Get bandaids.
Finally get paint set up. Get chair.
Fight cats for chair.
Get new chair.
Start painting. Get cat out of paint tray.
Follow the trail of pawprints. Decide you didn't need carpet anyway, and the floor might as well be painted too.
Clean cat.
Return to painting. Pick three pounds of cat hair out of not-yet-dry paint.
Find cat. Clean. Get bandaids.
Decide to try a power system.
Shave cat, after scraping it off the ceiling.
Move.
Veni, Vidi, Ventus --
The randomly chaotic and crafty scribblings of a deranged, wannabe artist allowed too many colours in her Crayon box.
Surgeon General's Warning: Some content of "From Pooka's Crayon" may not be suitable for: work, blue-haired little old ladies, the politically-correct, rabid moonbats, uptight mothers, priests, chronic idiots, insurance claims agents, Democrats, children, small furry quadropeds from Alpha Centauri, or your sanity.
The randomly chaotic and crafty scribblings of a deranged, wannabe artist allowed too many colours in her Crayon box.
Surgeon General's Warning: Some content of "From Pooka's Crayon" may not be suitable for: work, blue-haired little old ladies, the politically-correct, rabid moonbats, uptight mothers, priests, chronic idiots, insurance claims agents, Democrats, children, small furry quadropeds from Alpha Centauri, or your sanity.
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