Who? Han Solo, OTA if you’d like to join in but also fine as a stand alone. What? Falcon the cat is a cold-blooded murderer. Where? Solo residence, Han and Leia’s bedroom When? This morning
It was a surprise to Han that he could actually get a good night’s sleep. There had been so much going on within his circle of family and friends. Then there was the stress carried over from the tethering incident which had included a private viewing of a movie called Return of The Jedi while in a strange kind of state induced by lots and lots of caffeine. He’d been trying to sleep off the whole experience and as he slowly slipped out of the groggy haze he smiled just a little bit. Thank god for good dreams.
As far as living conditions went, this place wasn’t so bad. They had a good set-up going for them with a comfortable bed. If there wasn’t an apocalypse going on and he still had the Millennium Falcon in his possession it would have been close to ideal.
Han let out a yawn and slowly let his eyes open. There was a purr he recognized as belonging to Falcon the cat and he turned his head to look at the little creature. That’s when he saw the blood.
“What the--” Han shot up into a seated position. There was Falcon looking happy as he could be gnawing on and batting at a dead mouse, little streaks of red blood all over the sheets and comforter. He’d had no idea a tiny little thing could have so much blood inside of it. Also, he had no idea how to begin cleaning up such a mess.