Pig in a Box

I thought Picci was out all night Friday into Saturday and when I got up and went outside to do the various whistles/bangings/clacka-clacka noises which usually draw her, I got nuthin'.  Hmm.

Then no sign of her for a couple hours more.  Huh.

Then I chanced to look in the leather-covered milk crate doodad at the foot of the crib:

Not sick or anything, just crabby and sleepy and hissy and a dick.  So all is "well."