Every once in a while, we have unexplained happenings around here. Like yesterday, when a mysterious, lone turd was found in the hallway. It was fresh, soft, and a bit smaller than a cat ball (the toy, not the reproductive part). Did Jack decide that he really doesn't like the snow, like his last family warned us? Did a dingleberry fall from Andy's hairy butt? Did one of the cats do it and try to frame the dogs? Where is the rest of it? Do we have a poop-eater in our midst? We may never know the answer. Shit happens.
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