My mother had a sleep sofa. The ferrets were able to get inside the
hollow arms. It became their favorite bathroom. We had no clue,
although I did wonder why there was dry poo around the legs when I was
sure no one could get their butt there. The smell I couldn't find the
source of should have been a tip off, but I didn't figure it out until
I flipped the sofa over and a lot of dry poo fell out of the arms and
I could see the pee stains that soaked through.

Point of lesson? Sleeper sofas are luxury litter boxes.

[Posted in FML 5866]