OK. One would think that having used her cat box once in its new location in the garage, Muriel would be able to find it again. Don't cats have honed senses that allow them to find things? Anyway, at something like 4:30 AM I heard Muriel rustling around and making the random cat trill. I woke up a little bit when she jumped up on our pillow, and I really woke up when I smelled juniper. In my hair.
This is simply more proof that Muriel is an irritating, useless creature in the shape of a cat; and I'm a few steps closer to selling her to science or the World Weekly News.