Yesterday after I got home from a long day of driving and shopping and errand-running (a long day for a pregnant women is apparently 5 and a half hours- and I think I hit the wall around hour 3), I was bringing groceries up the steps from the garage. I noticed something small like a stone on one of the stairs. It’s kind of dark in the stairwell so I couldn’t see exactly what it was. On my way back down to get the last of the grocery bags, I kicked it down to the ceramic tile, expecting it to make a loud ‘pop’ or ‘click’ like a rock would make.
But it didn’t. It made a soft ‘plopping’ sound.
That’s when I knew.
One of my cats (the jury is out as to which one) was playing with a PIECE OF POO on the steps.