No, no. Cedric's eyes follow the direction of Howard's head. Panic. He can smell it.

The small kitten scampers after Howard, meowing the whole way. He waits and waits for Howard to exhaust his other options and give him attention. When the coast is clear, he leaps---wow, cats are good jumpers! He'll never get used to that.

The kitten settles in the crook of Howard's arm and nuzzles, crawling forward to lick Howard's fingers. Oh, Howard's going to kill him for this once he finds out, but he needs to get him calm enough to listen.

And that might need a little lie at first. He nods in response to the question and hops back down, leading Howard over to the scattered litter. It's not quite thick enough at the moment, so Cedric gives the bag another little headbutt.

There, that should do it. With a thick enough layer, he starts moving his paws through it. It's a very careful dance, and he's sure he's smudged the letters in a few places, but it should look enough like 'I'm here' to be guessable.

He looks up at Howard expectantly, tail swishing. This is going to be quite the mess.