It was one of those moments that seem to unfold in slow motion, but somehow with no time to react. And my wild howl of NONONOSlinky NOooooo had the opposite effect than I'd intended- starting a mad chase through the house and outside.
I'd just set up my easel and taboret in the living room at my big overstuffed leather chair, where I could paint into the wee hours with the TV for companionship. Lighting arranged, side table set up as taboret with paints & brushes and iced tea (the Southern staple- but "unsweet" for me, thank you), I had just slipped into the comfy chair with a sigh, and met glances with Slinky, the newest member of the house. After spending most of a year in the culvert outside, Slink- a stray, declawed Maine Coon cat, has decided to live with us in relative comfort, and the bay window is a favorite spot. Being the friendly sort that she is, as I sat down, she moved to greet me…..and stepped right square into the wet palette on my side table!
NONONOSlinkyNOOooooo!!!
Which just served to send an unnerved, half-wild cat with a pawful of white paint leaping away in horror- from hand-woven silk rug to hardwood floor to carpet to stairs to outside…..and my crazed dive that knocked my painting from my easel only served to give her wings.
But, as the dust settled, I never did find evidence of our crazed romp on rug or floor- only a bit of lighter tone on a paw pad or two. (Maybe she really did have wings!) And nothing seems damaged, though Ben & Slappy, my other two cats, were greatly entertained by the whole episode.
*I refer you to two points from that previous post: Cat hair is inevitable…. and Be careful where you leave a wet palette!
It's always something….
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