Test Run

Wilson assembled his tools in the garden — spray paint, after-shave and a vase of dead flowers — then banished everyone else to the house, 'Just on the off-chance of some paint-driftage' as he put it, before he commenced spraying.

I was grateful he had agreed to do this in the garden, rather his first-choice location of the kitchen, as the paint went everywhere… except, remarkably, on himself! 

He took extra care not to get paint on his fur since I'd promised him a bath if he got into a mess, and his dislike of water is almost legendary.

Now he's finished and is waiting for the flowers to dry (and to stop reeking of cellulose paint) to see how his rejuvenated bouquet has turned out…