I walk upstairs and see one small piece of , well, to be on the nicer side, poo. Just lying in the middle of the hall. Way too far away to be a piece accidentally kicked out of the cat's litter box. Now, Brady ALWAYS lets me know if he needs to go out. He can get downright fiesty about it sometimes. None of that happened. I was upstairs, hubby was downstairs (near the doors to go outside) and he never asked. I walked upstairs from going to tuck him (Brady)to bed (I am a sap) and there it was plain as day. it definently was not the cat's. I hope. I don't know, I just thought it was weird.