i went out to find lunch and decided on the chicken special, to go. i rarely eat chicken, but it looked pretty good, and was served over pasta, so how bad could it be...i brought it home, put it on a plate, grabbed my fork, and went toward the dining room...and that's when i saw it...my cat was eating a little bird. i yelled...i was disgusted...ollie got scared and ran...it only took a second before the irony hit me...we're both eating a dead bird, but only one of us could know any better...
if mitchell was here, he'd take care of it. but he's in the desert. i didn't know what to do first, eat my bird, letting ollie go back to his, or pick up what was left and lose my appetite...so i came into the bedroom with my plate and a certain amount of denial. i still couldn't get through the chicken but the pasta was tasty...eventually i got the courage to pick up what was left on the dining room floor, and i found myself saying, "i'm sorry" as i was doing it, but i didn't apologize to the chicken...go figure...
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