jovia

i was eating cereal downstairs and watching as my cat, crunch, threw up in the corner.
then i turned my attention back to the book about murder, specifically the autopsy pictures. i heard him scratching around where he'd just done the bad thing, but i figured he was trying to cover it up with dirt, like he maybe would have in the wild. or like if he'd done it in his litter box, which would have made sense. i gave him a moment to realize the futility of this, and eventually he walked away.

when i finally turned back to look, i discovered that he had dragged my elvis purse over it to hide it.
furry little fucker.