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All day we've been plagued by this horrible stealth stink. I stripped the slipcovers from our armchairs, did the laundry, took out the trash, and crawled around the floor rescuing 1,600,042 socks from under the couch and approximately one goat's worth of goat/cat/dog hair from under the bookshelves. Then I lit candles and walked around with a lit match, and finally when I was on the floor scrubbing randomly with kitchen cleaner, and I picked up the dog bed and shook it violently instead of normally... yeah. Cat turd. In the goat skin on the dog bed.
"How did it get there?" wondered Wax. I just went :| because my dog not only likes to eat feline excrement, he also likes to carry it around and, what, store it for later? Normally he can't get to it, but a recent hobby of the cats', when they're up to no good, is batting the edge of the bathroom door so hard that it swings all the way open. THANKS GUYS.
"How did it get there?" wondered Wax. I just went :| because my dog not only likes to eat feline excrement, he also likes to carry it around and, what, store it for later? Normally he can't get to it, but a recent hobby of the cats', when they're up to no good, is batting the edge of the bathroom door so hard that it swings all the way open. THANKS GUYS.
