Or something like that.
Weather looked like it was going to hold long enough for me to work on it tonight. Nevermind the $50 of flowers and dirt I'd just bought. I can plant those in the rain if I must.
So I taped up and primed.
Primer, a photo by sarameg on Flickr.
The cats LOVED this state of affairs, since it meant they could come and go to the deck at their discretion. For hours.
And then I finished the first coat. In all its glory below.
Weather looked like it was going to hold long enough for me to work on it tonight. Nevermind the $50 of flowers and dirt I'd just bought. I can plant those in the rain if I must.
So I taped up and primed.
Primer, a photo by sarameg on Flickr.
The cats LOVED this state of affairs, since it meant they could come and go to the deck at their discretion. For hours.
My audience, a photo by sarameg on Flickr.
Mister Kitty, Loki and Devi, left to right. And all those flowers I bought. Doesn't the deep plum/purple one look freakish? It's a salvia, which I always like for their weirdness. They look like a flower elegantly puking up its insides. AWESOME. And the purple-black and yellow petunias just looked malevolent, so I had to get them too.
Alright then...there is a problem with this state of kittendom. My cats don't listen to me. Twice I had to drop the brush to remove Devi from the rail, and once I had to go fetch her from my neighbor's deck.
And then at some point, when I was in the thick of trim work (and it was dark out,) Loki's war cry starts. Now Loki is a big cat with a kitten head, and likewise kitten voice. Very high pitched. But the war cry...ok, Devi's is deeper, but still. He was truly warning anyone and everyone that they were going to DIE if they dared encroach on his turf! He was fully inflated and pacing madly along the side of the deck, rubbing the slats and staring intently at something beneath my neighbor's deck, hissing and growling between the caterwauls.
I couldn't see anything. He was completely bottle-brushed and if there was a flat hair on him, it was only on his ears. He can inflate like WHOA.
There are rats in the alley, but he usually goes predator over those. This was the Defender and Chief Bowel-Ripper.
I tried shutting him in the bedroom upstairs. Since none of the doors latch, he escaped and went back to the raaaaage.
I thought I could take it, but then he started acting like he might consider jumping off the deck, and so, paintbrush firmly gripped in teeth and hoping I wasn't accidentally painting him or the deck, grabbed and threw him in the basement. Which doesn't latch either, but I have a U-security lock to, uh, keep the cats out. Point: Sara But I was at my wits' end and little man needed a reboot, since I'm pretty sure our dangerous intruder was long gone.
Mister Kitty, Loki and Devi, left to right. And all those flowers I bought. Doesn't the deep plum/purple one look freakish? It's a salvia, which I always like for their weirdness. They look like a flower elegantly puking up its insides. AWESOME. And the purple-black and yellow petunias just looked malevolent, so I had to get them too.
Alright then...there is a problem with this state of kittendom. My cats don't listen to me. Twice I had to drop the brush to remove Devi from the rail, and once I had to go fetch her from my neighbor's deck.
And then at some point, when I was in the thick of trim work (and it was dark out,) Loki's war cry starts. Now Loki is a big cat with a kitten head, and likewise kitten voice. Very high pitched. But the war cry...ok, Devi's is deeper, but still. He was truly warning anyone and everyone that they were going to DIE if they dared encroach on his turf! He was fully inflated and pacing madly along the side of the deck, rubbing the slats and staring intently at something beneath my neighbor's deck, hissing and growling between the caterwauls.
I couldn't see anything. He was completely bottle-brushed and if there was a flat hair on him, it was only on his ears. He can inflate like WHOA.
There are rats in the alley, but he usually goes predator over those. This was the Defender and Chief Bowel-Ripper.
I tried shutting him in the bedroom upstairs. Since none of the doors latch, he escaped and went back to the raaaaage.
I thought I could take it, but then he started acting like he might consider jumping off the deck, and so, paintbrush firmly gripped in teeth and hoping I wasn't accidentally painting him or the deck, grabbed and threw him in the basement. Which doesn't latch either, but I have a U-security lock to, uh, keep the cats out. Point: Sara But I was at my wits' end and little man needed a reboot, since I'm pretty sure our dangerous intruder was long gone.
And then I finished the first coat. In all its glory below.
First coat, a photo by sarameg on Flickr.
Loki was clearly confused by the basement visit, but forgot the marauders from hell. And is now chilling on the deck while I wait until it is safe to shut the door without gluing it to the seal.
Loki was clearly confused by the basement visit, but forgot the marauders from hell. And is now chilling on the deck while I wait until it is safe to shut the door without gluing it to the seal.
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