Got home to this frankly hilarious tale of woe from Mum (Sorry, Mama, this is too good not to share with the world).
“Oh dear. It has been one of those days. I woke up this morning with a huge cockroach climbing up my arm. First one I’ve seen this summer.
Began painting the main bedroom bedside tables. Had sanded including drawers and painted five drawers. At that stage Tigs got off his chair jumped onto the desk where I had the roller container. I had a paint brush in it.
Tigs stepped on the brush which somehow dipped in the paint and hurled a huge splodge onto the window and windowsill. Then he trudged through the tray which was full and got paint over one front paw and completely down one hind leg and part of the other. He then threaded over the carpet and ran out of the bedroom door. While I was still taking it all in he then came in the sitting room door and went under the table then when I came looking for him headed for the back door. Dripping paint all the way!!
I cornered him finally on top of the BBQ after he came up the side of the deck. So we had paw prints in the bedroom over the sitting room carpet through the kitchen on the door step and all round the deck. The paint just ran down the BBQ cover.
I took him into the laundry tub. Him struggling of course, filled up the tub and managed to wrangle bits at a time into the water. Made an awful mess and I finally had to let him go but got a lot of it off. He was gagging and I did think of taking him to the vet. But he seems to be okay now. He’s curled up asleep beside me on the couch.
Then I had to turn around and scrub 20 odd paw prints off the carpet and Lino. Have sanded bits of the deck but it was raining so will have to finish tomorrow. Then I had to finish the painting and clean up myself. And that was just the primer. Think I will lock him in the toilet when I’m painting tomorrow.
Of course, the house now stinks of turps.”
Tigger: butter wouldn’t melt…