Whenever McBec or I go out the back to hang up washing Napoleon comes galloping over from wherever he is to join in the fun. Napoleon loves hanging out the washing. He plays with the pegs, runs back and forth, and flops down to watch the proceedings right underneath your feet. But for some reason washing time is also a cue for him to do number ones in the garden bed beside the clothes line. Being forced to watch Napoleon go through the convoluted process of weeing (sniff around, dig hole, turn three times, sniff hole, position, wee, turn around, sniff hole, scratch around hole to cover it up) has revealed something a bit shocking: our cat is an idiot. When he’s finished the business he spends a good two or three minutes scratching the dirt around the hole in an effort to fill it in but never actually fills the hole! All he does is move a whole bunch of dirt around without actually putting any in the spot he’s aiming for.

So I ask you, GrodsReaders with cats, is our Napoleon a little bit special or are all cats this dumb?