I could no longer even paint anything, Max would dip his nose into the paint bucket or swish his tail across any freshly painted surface. Little painted kitty footprints would be tracked everywhere - floors, counters and furniture. God forbid he should be in the same room if I was using a brush or roller, he would attack the brush while I was painting and then I would have to wipe the just applied paint off the surface of the item being painted so I could apply a fresh coat. Tossing Max outdoors became a regular thing, although with his trouble-making attitude I was a bit uneasy leaving him out there alone. The more trouble he got into outdoors, the more time he got to spend indoors. With me. Sigh.
He "helped" with my kitchen renovation.
He stuck his nose into every cabinet, every opening, every toolbox - well, into everything! He discovered my soft-handled hand tools that made for a good chew. He shredded rigid insulation and ate chunks of it (GAH!). He tracked drywall dust all over the house and furniture at high speed since I would be in hot pursuit trying to stop him the moment I noticed he was stomping around in the mess I had just made.
He climbed into or onto cabinets and peered down at me from above.
He "helped" open boxes and check out the contents.
and then, of course, Eloise would have to get in the act as well and I'd have both of them underfoot.
He bestowed his seal of approval (or not) on finished projects:
and then there was the photo-bombing:
Or hiding in some inconspicuous place when my temper was beginning to get the better of me:
That's my Max.
Watch for Chapter 8 - coming soon! If you missed the earlier chapters, click HERE
Have a happy week!