The Tank had a shower yesterday.
Yep.
I'm a brave, brave woman.
In a classic case of "I thought you did it", neither Big E or I put the cat in bathroom before yesterday's paint-fest began. Being the graceful clever guy our cat is, he ran down the stairs and slid through the wet paint, thoroughly coating his belly and backside. While Big E cleaned up the cat tracks in the living room, I became The Tank's new favorite person.