Well, primarily because one cat cannot tolerate being more than 7.5" away from me unless he is running or terrorizing Millie AND he was very upset when I left this morning as he wanted to come along. Why did he want to come along? Who knows? But next time, as long as he gets in the carrier, I'll take him with me.
I was just touching up a wall that had pictures on it (and it wasn't painted well to begin with). I didn't even bother changing clothes.
But because I zigged when I should've zagged, I got a smudge of paint on my jeans. Well, no big deal, I ripped them off and went to the sink and scrubbed and scrubbed and got the paint out. As I was putting them in the washer, I realized some of the paint I removed from the jeans was now on the sink. And it had the nerve to transfer to my favorite summer blouse. Ekkk. I can't get this out because it had enough time to dry. They are both the in the washer right now.
And what does this have to do with Sam? Well, he's the reason I zigged because after making him get down from the ladder with paint (yes, his tail is lightly painted now), he sat at the bottom of the ladder! Millie just watched from her lounge chair in the library - I could see her snickering.