I'm sitting down on this rainy Friday night, having decided that I'll do a bit of work so I won't have such a long day at the office tomorrow. My rather mischievious cat decides that it's playtime. Catnip toy in paw, a Chritmas gift from grandmother to grantcat, she gets overexcited and loses traction on the hardwood floors of my living room. I glance over as I hear a panicked scratching on the floor and see her skidding towards the small piece of furniture on which I've decided to place my glass of red wine. For the record, red wine makes working on a Friday night rather more enjoyable. I manage to catch the glass of wine, but not the contents before they go splashing all over the floor, wall, and surrounding furniture. Kitty scurries off. I, in a huff, grab my all purpose Mr. Clean cleaning spray and don't hesitate to get on all fours to scrub up the mess. To my amazement, I discover that red wine doesn't stay red for very long when in contact with Mr. Clean. It turns blue.
I've now poured myself a second glass of wine, and am once again sitting down to start working. I wonder if any readers can explain this strange phenomenon - that is the red wine turning blue, not the tractionless cat.
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