ham.

the sound was consistent.

it couldn’t be ignored.

i walked over.

it was the sound of plastic being scratched and bitten.

i peered in.

he stopped whatever he was doing.

i stared.

he stared back.

i continued staring.

he didn’t blink an eye.

i stared.

he froze.

no movement.

nothing.

i walked back.

the sound started again.

backtracked,

looked in.

he stared at me.

again.

he wasn’t doing anything wrong, was he?

-whiskers.

biting the toilet, trying to sharpen/shorten his teeth.