Not a good day. Starting with the paint.

The bathroom floor, and the kitchen floor are now paint free. Not so the cat, several rugs, many towels, and the floor in the future studio. At least it's all dry now, so there won't be further tracking. Feel worst about the blue bottom cat. But I swear I couldn't think of anything else to do. (He got wiped. Several times. But a bath is out of the question.)

And no. Beau played NO part in any of this. All courtesy of the cat. And maybe my son. But who knew that stacking paint cans on stools could be so dangerous?

The gist is Stevie had one of his fits overnight, knocked down something that knocked over the stool and the paint cans which came open on hitting the ground, and then. . . . then began one helluva day.