Well I came out of my mid-day Economics class to discover Elizabeth had called and left a message. "I don't know where you are or what you're doing but you need to get home this minute!" Of course she is very pregnant with our baby girl and I had no idea what was wrong so I called work and explained that I had an emergency and would not be back to work right away if at all.
I got home to discover what appeared to be blood all over the garage and a sopping wet blood red cat. Fortunately I saw the can of paint almost as quickly so I realized it was only paint and not blood.
I proceeded into the house to see red spattered on many of the walls and when I got upstairs it looked like Alfred Hitchcock had filmed Psycho in our upstairs bathroom. The once white shower curtain was also spattered in blood.
So the course of events that lead to this was as follows.
Liz and Carter started to paint the shelves for his room.
Liz left the can of open paint in the garage.
Liz takes nap and Carter corners the cat.
Carter uses vice like grip to hold down cat while using free hand to paint cat.
Liz discovers traumatized cat and takes cat past the washroom all the way upstairs to bathe.
Cat flails and shakes in bathroom creating murder scene.
Carter comes to bathroom door to apologize.
Cat sees opening and bolts.
Cat realizes he is wet and shakes off wet and watered down red paint as he runs through house.
Liz traps cat in the garage and phones husband.
Husband gets message and races home.
Husband considers dialing 911 but realizes what has happened and get video camera instead.
Gonna send this one to Reader's Digest.