Atticus was a total stinker. We put him in our bedroom to keep him in there while the crew worked. He managed to get himself out of the bedroom twice. Determined little booger. We had to barricade the door with a hamper and other items that he wouldn't be able to push out of the way.
And I officially joined the ranks of individuals who have relocated their toilet out on the porch at one time or another. I apologize to all my neighbors for the mess out there. But we're working on getting it out to the dump.