The painting begins

We are painting the entire apartment this holiday weekend. While the colors the previous owners chose are nice enough, they are also dark. Since this apartment doesn’t have a lot of natural light, staying with those darker colors makes no sense to us, plus to be honest I don’t much care for the green paint treatment in the living room. To refresh your memory, here’s the picture I took during inspection.



I got our supplies yesterday and not being blessed with any amount of patience, I went ahead and started painting the dining nook/office yesterday. Again, I loved the dark brown color they’d used but it just really made the place look very dark.

However as I moved furniture around, Wally started crying. I suspect he thought we were moving again, and he was inconsolable. He’d run into the living room and just cry. When he cries, it’s a small little meow instead of the huge YOWL that his brother Eddie does. And it’s really pathetic to hear. I tried to pet him and reassure him but he was not a happy kitty. He knocked over our (metal) bathroom trashcan—very startling to hear—and made sure I saw him doing it. Plus he just generally tore around the place, I’d just see a small yellow blur as he streaked past.

Finally here’s a rare picture of Chloe not curled up in a little ball. I’ve started a folder of Chloe pictures, and the recurring theme is “Chloe curled up on the bed, the couch, the chair, the rug etc. etc. etc.”