Truth.
Homey don't play the "gee, I'm going to randomly spray musk-scented urine all over vertical surfaces" game.
The point at which you stop being cuddly and become a rank, disgusting animal strictly coincides with the point where aforementioned musk-scented urine starts painting the vertical surfaces.
That said, we went through a good deal of various machinations trying to stop the same behavior in our house in order to regain the cuddly-ness, and finally had to just confine the perp to the unfinished basement where, for whatever reason, the modern art finally stopped.
