We got home a bit ago and hatched him out and ushered him to the back yard. After salutations, I bayed him "go potty" and was distracted.
Next I look up to see a cat, walking casually away from a depression in the fine soil of the garden. The Kid is nose deep in this hole.
As I walk up I finally put it together that the cat just deposited a fresh steamer at which point my mind snaps.
"Drop it! Drop!! Gods Dammit, drop" I yell as I move closer.
Apparently, there is no greater treat than a still cooling from body temperature cat-turd.
