So, this morning I'm painting the fence and unbeknown to me our cat was outside. She decides it would be really good to walk along just painted fence and sit on top of the highest post. I got her down and have had to run water in the bottom of the bath to clean her paws. I have been spectacularly growled at by our usually quite old girl. Luckily she's gentle so no war wounds.
The bath now looks like a hairy bloke has been scrubbing his fake tan off.