Two other humans used machines on it, then covered it in white stuff.
I tried to get attention from these humans, by rubbing against them, but they didn't respond. I had a sad.
They said something to my usual human about 'wet paint', then left.
I wanted to go outside, so I walked after them, then there was something icky on my paws. It was white.
Everywhere I stepped, I left a mark.
I tried to lick it off, but it tasted horrible, so now I have icky, white paws and I don't know what to do.
I'm not happy. I think I'll go to another human's house and wipe my paws on their floor.
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