Either the Easter Bunny stopped by my house early last night or Jack got into my Easter eggs. I woke up this morning to find half of them gone. I found one on a quick look around this morning and tonight I've found all but one. I seriously think he might have eaten it. He loves to chew on shit -- it's totally plausible that he just ate the egg. Idiot. Last night I found him playing with (and chewing on) a shard of broken glass.
//this concludes the post about my cat.