Now, I immediately let her out and gave her lots of apologetic snuggles, and she went right for the food, as one might expect. I was also very surprised that she didn't go for the litter box first. But hey, aside from the odd hairball, she's pretty well behaved. And if she didn't eat, okay.

I figured I'd smell it if there was something waiting for me. That was, I remind you, Sunday. She was stuck in there Friday evening to like 9am Sunday. Dear friends, it is Wednesday afternoon.

And I have found the poop.

Like a good, clean kitty, she buried it.

In a box of fabric.

Fabric which was already pre cut for masks. Not the box of scrap garbage fabric, no. Of course not.

Fabric which is now going directly into the garbage.

I love my cat. And this is my own fault for not checking in here before leaving. But this is why I usually close the door...

All this time! Being so sorry for locking her in there, praising her for being such a good and respectful cat, and she's secretly thinking "that's because you haven't found the poop, human!"

I reiterate ... I love my cat.