Locations he has done his business include, but are not limited to: The kitchen counter, the center of a 3 wick candle, the cord wrap handle on a vacuum cleaner, a stone wall, the ledge to catch ash and coals on a woodstove, and the 3rd step on the ladder to my loft (which he also climbs nightly to hog my bed). We aren’t sure if it’s talent, or a personal vendetta. Either way he has earned the nickname of the phantom pooper as we never know where a gift may pop up. And, he’s not even a little bit sorry.
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