A week or so ago, Schultz, our German Shepherd, had a brush with some paint. This time, it was our cat's turn.
The big project this past weekend, was staining our deck. My husband was outside in the sweltering heat, doing it. When he was done, he put up all kinds of signs indicating that nobody should walk on it.
Apparently, our cat, Bootsy, didn't read the signs. He tried to climb on the deck. My husband caught him and chased him away. That didn't stop the crazy cat from trying again.
A couple of hours later, my husband spotted him on top of the rail, in his favorite napping spot.
"Come take a look at your cat," he said.
I looked out the window. There he was in all his glory, with stain splotches covering his fur coat. I shook my head and went over to the sliding doors. Little paw prints could be seen on the stain. I opened the door and stuck my head out. "Bootsy, what do you think you're doing?"
He opened his eyes, stared at me for two seconds, and then resumed his nap.
Talk about some cattitude! I think I need to send him to the dog house!