Finally, when he walked obliviously past it for the umpteenth time, Crookshanks took matters into his own paws. He planted himself in front of Ron and hissed. Ron’s "What’s wrong with you?"s and "What have I done?"s grew increasingly frantic, while Crookshanks set his furious gaze first on Ron, then on his embroidered portrait on the wall. Finally, Ron took the hint and followed his eyeline. "Oh," he said, "Hermione’s done her thing?" He leaned in to it, then smiled. "Very cute," he said, to Crookshanks. "It even looks a little bit like you."