My morning meeting asked to delay till afternoon, so I took advantage of the extra time to put a coat of paint on my dresser, then jump in the shower to scrub off the paint. When I came out, this is what I found:
It was almost dry, so the prints are very clear. I decided to leave them. The dresser is almost 100 years old, with a not so great finish (did my best decades ago, but it was always so-so, which made paint the best solution this time), so two cute little pawprints seemed fitting.
But who did it? The cats were nowhere to be found and I needed to get to my meeting. I was sure there would be tell-tale prints on the floor leading to the culprit, but nope.
It would have to wait until I returned and I had to hope I wouldn’t be greeted with white pawprint all over the house.
Finally, after examining everyone’s paws, the culprit was found:
That’s Gabe’s little foot. I thought for sure it was going to be Zander…