Paintball. I hadn’t even heard of it until yesterday. It sounds very much like “Pitbull”, so, being a cat, how could I be even expected to embrace the idea from get-go?
Lisa’s cousin Tommy, she seems to have a lot of those, invited us to a paintball session. Well… to be honest, I wasn’t really “welcome” per se but after last week’s painfully unfortunate “belt buckle versus green grapes” incident Lisa’s mom strongly adviced that I wasn’t to be left home alone under any circumstances until further notice.
Paintball was fun although it got a bit scary at times considering the fact that they didn’t have an outfit my size which left me no choice but run around naked… half naked, all the while; not having a gun didn’t help either.
45 seconds into the game Tommy got shot, multiple times, and was out just like that; what a loser. He blamed me for it as well. Yes, I was covering his face but we were under paint-fire and I was trying to hold on for my dear lives. I may have 9 of them but that doesn’t make any of them any less precious.
I am known to be pretty quick so it was no surprise that I didn’t get shot, however, I did get some stains from Tommy’s pathetic outfit. I really, really, REALLY hope that they are not permanent because pink is definitely not my color. It was very nice of Tommy when he offered to pay for my shampoo, I’ll give him that.
Millie