I have a question. How to wash acrylic paint from a cat?
It’s not my fault! He himself!! This is the official statement!
I just got paint on my t-shirt. Home. Favorite. And I decided to draw something on it. I have long wanted, even acquired special paints. So. First of all, get rid of the cat. Of course, it would be better to lock him on the balcony. Or even put in the corridor. But feline lawyers will tear you to pieces in no time! And Sasha will join them. Yes, and Skizi will start yelling. The neighbors will come running. Then they will complain to the guardianship … You can take more radical measures, but then it will become boring. Let it be better to watch the seventh season of Supernatural. As soon as the first words of the legendary song were heard, the cat immediately materialized on the sofa.
— Ururuu. He grunted graciously as he made himself comfortable.
— OK OK. Stop grumbling. Just don’t stop drawing!
— Ururu! — Oh, yes, do what you want, just don’t interfere yourself!
Of course, I sniffed every jar anyway. Even licked the brush. Gnaw a little pencil. And he calmed down, closed his eyes and growled contentedly.
I have prepared everything necessary. Paints, pencil, water, T-shirt, TV remote control. The cat is nearby, busy watching. Sasha is at the computer, playing something. Family idyll, damn it!
Skizi behaved exemplary. If I wasn’t quick enough to switch series, he would of course try to steal a brush, or lick a palette, or just touch the paint. But somehow lazy, not insistent at all. It didn’t work, and that’s fine. And the rest of the time he just looked, now at me, then at the screen.
I painted my Cheshire for four hours! This is my first attempt at drawing him, my first (garden and elementary school does not count) work with paints, and the first work on fabric. I tried my best. She even sweated. Sasha had already gone to bed when I finished. I hung my T-shirt on the balcony to dry. So that the cat does not ennoble Cheshire with natural wool. The paints were carefully covered. I hid it in a box, I hid the box in a large box, where there are other drawing supplies. The cat looked away, but didn’t say anything. I know that, he sleeps and sees how to get there.
I threw the impromptu palette in the trash. I took out the package, began to tie it up … I didn’t expect anything anymore. I relaxed.
— Mryau?! — The cat sang softly, coming closer.
— Go to sleep, poor little cat. I patted the cat’s shaggy head.
— Ururuuuu! — The cat was indignant, and moved with all his might along the package.
— Hey! — I was indignant and raised the package higher.
Skizi seemed to step back, turned away, walked away, but then turned around and jumped. Oh what a jump it was! He hung on the package, and collapsed down with him. Twisted, fell sideways right inside. He began to flounder, tried to get up … And I stood with the handles of the bag in my hands, and there was a list in front of my eyes. Potato husks, the remains of herring in oil in a poorly closed jar 
, a palette of paints , an empty jar, a plastic bottle, the remains of apples after a juicer 
. Just a list of everything cats can’t do!!
— Saaaaash!!!!!! I yelled, pinning the cat to the floor. Still not enough, spread everything throughout the apartment!
Apples and herring washed off, not the first time … But the paint??? I was afraid that Skizi would ennoble Cheshire, but it turned out the other way around)) I tend to think that all cats are equally dirty creatures)))
I had to cut it down a bit. But it’s not entirely noticeable.
— Ururuuu!!! Mryaaaaaaa!!! Uruuuuu!!!!!! Muruuu!!! — Skeezi yelled while he was being cut.
— You will know how to climb packages, you garbage cat! — Sasha was angry.
-Ururuuu!! Muuruuuu!!! Urururuuu!!! — The cat cursed in response.
I just shook my head. I managed to choose this one out of all the cats!!
OK OK. I’ll show you a T-shirt too, but only as evidence in the case!
I myself know, it’s crooked and oblique) I also wanted to finish the clockwork, but now I won’t take it, probably.
