Well, Alfie woke me up as usual this morning at around 6am, and I was greeted with this horrendous smell as I went downstairs. I was greeted with piles of beef curry all over the livingroom floor.
It must have been Cleo because she wouldnt come out from under our bed. When I got her out, she was shaking and whimpering and looked so ashamed of herself that she'd pood in the house.
She went outside with the others while I cleaned up, but bless her, she didn't want to come back in. Anyone would think I'd belted her for pooing in the house, but we've never laid a finger on her.
She's having her brekkie after eating a ton of grass and seems much happier. She must've picked something up from outside and eaten it.
I felt so sorry for her, I think it's must be so upsetting for them not to be able to hold it and soil in their own house.