One evening, Momma saw a suspicious brown lump of something on the floor of our dimly lit hallway. Since Sharpie will sometimes chase Smidgie, Momma was pretty quick to start grumbling at us for chasing her out of the litter box.
She turned on a light in the hall baffroom, grabbed some tissues to pick up the poops, except...
Whatcha got, Momma?
Hey, that looks like a piece of fabric off of my scratchy cube...
Tee hee! We got her again!
C'mon Ditto, let's go see if there is any food left out on the counter...
::Sigh::