Urwis comes to wail dramatically if his litterbox has been used once (once) and not cleaned since. he will cry and howl and look at me as if I killed someone he cared for dearly.
sometimes I cannot, no matter much how I'd like to, throw everything that I am doing and go clean the litterbox. you ought to wait, little bastard man. you ought to wait.
he wails and then he stops. he disappears and I sometimes forget about the entire Tragic Affair. and then he comes back, very silent at that, and looks at me. looks me deep in the eyes and is quiet. silent.
and I know.
I know he has taken something of mine and put it in the litterbox.
it is the smuggest silence ever, and I have to embark on this journey of shame to pull out my stuff from his litterbox, and clean it while I'm at it.
