Cat-astrophy
Well . . . that’s not quite right. And it certainly wasn’t cat-astrophic. It is more like Cat-pain in the butt.
It was my fault really (I wonder . . . if by taking the blame am I enabling?) I left my painting water out. It has been so long since I did a water color pencil piece that I had forgotten Budda’s love affair with drinking and playing in my rinse water. (During this painting he hadn’t touched it until today.)
My first clue that something was up was when I hear Mreow! from the other room, followed by him rapidly fleeing the scene of the crime. Since I didn’t see what happened all I can do is use my highly tuned investigative knowledge and piece together the trail of evidence.
I’m guessing: He started with the drinking of the rinse water “ummm, tastes so good” When he drank his fill, he must have splashed around in it abit. Upon getting bored he noticed the paint brushes sitting behind the water dish. (Best cat toy in the world those furry sticks.) Since the only way to get to them was to go through my water, well so be it. Water spilled all over my pencils (a rainbow of color begins to puddle), brushes fall to the floor in a clatter, and he dashes away as I say in a combination slightly worried/slightly annoyed way Budda!
Fortunately the painting is fine. I just got to spend the next 20 minutes drying each of my 30 or so pencils (one at a time) and mopping up my table and the floor.
And Budda . . . well he sat grooming himself on the couch in a warm patch of sunlight.
Tags: cats
Phew! I was wondering what was coming next! I thought you were going to say the painting was ruined!
It’s funny, Philippa’s cats like painty water too!
Had me going, too. I was in suspense, reading as fast as I could, to see if the painting was unharmed. No kitties in this household anymore to pull such stunts. I have worked hard to not let my little dog on my art table or lab when in the art room, just for these reasons.
ROFLMAO! At least it was water and watercolor pencils! This reminds me of when the cat I had in New Orleans, Vila, ran across my oils palette and covered the entire living room-kitchen of my two-room apartment with Alizarin Crimson and Ultramarine footprints. Though I got at his feet with Plumber’s Goop, the staining colors gave him one sky blue and three hot pink feet for weeks before his white socks grew in again.
Cats and art supplies. They do mix, but only in very creative ways. See, Budda was doing this to teach you mindfulness about your painting supplies.
Ari usually only has oil pastels to work with now, but they are small and roll. So they may occasionally get picked up as bat-around toys and wind up on the floor. He loves those and my kneaded eraser, something he will swat around and chew. But his top favorite is anything cellophane. He likes chewing on the corners of photo bags, cello wrappers from anything, the bag that my postage stamps are in, and will quietly tug items in cellophane off the shelf to drag them around the room before gnawing proudly on his cellophane kills.
I had to hide the photo bags in a folder with cardboard, he won’t chew on paper that way but every time I take one out I’ve got the cat running up to play with it and have to distract him with wrappers.
Little bugger. I tell you Oliver spoiled me with all his good kitty-ness. He never got into trouble the way Budda does. Ugh Robert, oil paint in the carpet! One of my friends is a watercolorist and she has a beautiful painting that if you look really (really really) close you can see some cat tracks across the surface.