I woke up last night and knew the deed had been done from the earlier butter episode by the “Someone’s Pooped Somewhere” fragrance. Yes, a liquid pile was on the living room floor. The culprit had not been Pippin, however, because she was in a crate next to my bed all night. I figured if she’d needed help, I could hear her before smell her. That didn’t happen.
I’m not sure who it was. My suspect list doesn’t coincide with those that were available to do the job last night. Lunchtime was uneventful, so I figure that must have been it last night. OK, I’m hoping the was it last night. I really am.