A couple of weeks ago McBec and I were laying in bed reading (exciting, no?) when we heard a bizarre noise coming from the hallway. It sounded kind of like this: sliiiiide, thump; sliiiiide, thump; sliiiiide, thump; sliiiiide, thump. Intrigued, I got up and went to investigate. I found Napoleon sitting on the floor, neck craned upwards, staring at a picture hook that had recently been made vacant by McBec’s neverending picture rotation game. Closer inspection of the wall indicated that Napoleon had been painting it for us.

The picture hook is circled and the section of wall indicated by the arrow has been enlarged below.

If you look closely inside those circles you’ll see sets of three vertical dirty paw pad lines from where Napoleon has desperately tried to climb the wall to “catch” the picture hook.

And just in case you forget what the gorgeous little shithead looks like here’s a picture I took of him chillaxing on the back porch yesterday.

Lazy Sunday afternoon