I've never met any living being for whom needing a shit is an international crisis.
Pod's "need a poop" routine is well established by now, it in involves pacing, dancing, howling and constantly asking to go in the garden and then not doing anything.
Pod, however, has also very recently decided he's too fancy to shit on his own doorstep, and favours using the local grass rather than his own back garden. This was fine at 10pm last night, after which he immediately came home and curled up into the tiniest prawn shape and went to sleep.
It's much less good at 4am. And like everything with Pod, the right thing to do only presents itself as glaringly obvious after trying the wrong thing for nearly an hour and getting frustrated with eachother. So whinybum starts up at 4am on the nose, and after 45 mins of leading him round and round the garden like a teddybear I put my coat over my PJs and took him round the block, which produced a massive poo within five minutes.
I've no idea why he's starting pooing overnight again. He's not sick either, maybe I'm feeding him too much.
Anyway Pod is a prawn again and I'm going to try to snatch another hours sleep if I ever warm up. He did give me and lovely smooch and try to climb on my lap which was quite sweet.
Bum still excruciating (mine).