Okay, I'm in the basement, painting various cav for the Boxer Rebellion when the cat jumps on my work table, knocks over the bottle of Field Green enamel, stomps in the paint, and runs off the table and up the stairs. I follow the green tracks accross the basement, up the stairs, and discover the cat on the landing, who has just tried to lick the green paint of its paws. I grab a paper towel, the cat, and wipe off the cats mouth, while the cat wipes it's paws on me. I get the laquer thinner out, put just a dab on the towel, and clean the remaining paint off of the paws, figuring the cat won't like the laquer thinner, I immediately wipe the laquer thinner off with a damp towel (water) when it occurs to me that this probably doesn't help, as laquer thinner isn't water solable. As I'm coming to this revalation, the cat decides to perforate me in self defense, and escapes. I begin wiping up the tracks on the basement stairs, so that when the wife finds green paw prints on the carpet, she won't track them back to me, and only the cat will be in the doghouse. I go back to my work table, and resume painting horses instead of cats. Now here is the kicker, the 59 horses that I've spent the last two days painting are mostly done and mostly covered with field green freckles. I hear cat taste like chicken... Back to Dispatch Apr. 99 Table of Contents Back to Dispatch List of Issues Back to MagWeb Master Magazine List © Copyright 1999 by HMGS Mid-South This article appears in MagWeb (Magazine Web) on the Internet World Wide Web. Other military history articles and gaming articles are available at http://www.magweb.com