Kitty Dress-up?

So, I'm getting ready for bed on a peaceful Sunday night, when there is a crash from the bathroom!! OH NO!!!! What has Howie done now?! (It's almost always Howie, Gwen's too lazy.) So I walk to the bathroom, as Brian asks me what that noise was, and I come upon an interesting sight. I should know better than to leave things sitting on the counter. Upon the floor, I find a broken glass bottle of Clinique foundation. Just for the record, this was the infamous missing bottle that got misplaced when we moved. I purchased a new one, so losing this one was not that big of a deal to me. What was a big deal was the fact that I now had foundation in the lovely shade of "Petal" all over my bathroom. It did not just spill on the floor, but at impact splattered all over the place. I had some on the walls, all over my bathroom rug, and all over the front of my cabinet.
But more important, and to add humor to the mix, Howie knew he was in trouble. So he darted out of the bathroom, right past me . . . and right through the puddle of foundation. Now, I don't know if he wanted to try and hide a break-out, or if he was just testing the shade before he went to purchase his own, but it was all over his paws.
Enter Brian, and begin the screaming. Brian has little patience for the animals. Growing up in the sticks, he never had indoor animals, especially cats. I have had to remain calm as I try to explain why they do the random things they do. They are animals, they don't know any better. This was the icing on the cake for Brian. We have been trying to get Howie to stop spilling the water all over the bathroom, and this mess was just making Bri mad, whereas I thought it kind of silly.
It was my own fault. I left the make-up out where it could be tampered with. I just wish Howie had asked me first. It's like the time I decided I was old enough to shave my legs and I took a big section off the front of my shin (still have the scar). Sometimes we think we are big enough to do it on our own, when really we need our mother's help.
Howie has decided that he didn't like the make-up experience. I think it's probably because we had to hold him down and wash his paws to get out what we could (after he had run through the house leaving spots of "Petal" in his wake). Today, he is much happier, even though his little paws are still slightly tinted.
And where was Gwen through all of this? Sitting quietly on a perch, enjoying the antics and chaos, just like always.