All I can hear is our human yelling in the laundry room. I look over at Salem, “What. Did. You. Do?”
He shrugs his shoulders, “I just used the litter box.”
“Well, did you cover good?”
“Not in the ‘traditional’ sense,” he averts his eyes.
“Well…” I tap my paw and wait.
“There may have been a blouse sitting outside the litter box that got pulled in when I was scratching.”