Johnny hadn't meant to leave himself with nothing to do. Really! It just worked out that way. Both Bobby and Jen had been much more adamant about what to do. He was really tempted to sit down on the couch and "supervise" but he was also pretty sure they'd both hit him upside the head if the did that. (And Jen would probably use the phone book.)
"Wait," he said to Bobby, before the guy could dash to the kitchen. "Let's make sure it's really dead. It could be... I dunno, a narcoleptic cat or something."
He took a few steps forward, biting his lower lip slightly. He was totally going to check. Really. He stopped about a foot from the cat and leaned over it.
"Poor kitty," he said. "Why couldn't she have had goldfish?"