Since I painted this railing Trilby has developed a penchant for sitting on it. He never did before, and now he does it regularly. He hasn't even deterred from doing this by a certain incident involving his trying to leap to the railing, overshooting the mark, and consequently plummeting into the stairwell. (I heard a series of thumps, and then outraged squawking. Buddy, don't squawk at ME because you were living dangerously and disaster, um, befell you.) However, as Chief Renovations Inspector, Trilby is glad that this room is no longer in a state of chronic chaos, with items of furniture constantly being moved about, as he didn't care for that at all. Also, he wants his supper.