Breakfast

Hey there! This post was written in 2006, so it may contain information that is no longer accurate or thoughts that no longer reflect how I feel. As human beings, we're constantly learning and bettering ourselves through experiences and interactions with the world and each other.

I keep posts like this around for historical purposes and to prevent link rot, so please keep this in mind as you're reading.

— Cory

Ah, yes. This morning was calm and comforting. I prepared some toast and yogurt to start the day off right. This would be the first breakfast at home that I've had in a while. As I took my first bite of my peanut butter toast…

[Scratch, scratch]

What the…?

[Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch]

Why is it that everytime I try to enjoy some food of my own, the cat finds it a suitable time to take a shit? Any other time during the day I never see him in there, but as soon as I put anything edible in my hand there he is getting ready to drop a deuce! Seriously, I can do without the rather unpleasant dining fragrance!

But this was no ordinary crap! This was a steamy, ears-back shit that even a fly wouldn't go near. Needless to say, the area was quite unstable so I ended up eating the rest of my breakfast outside before going to work. I knew there was a reason that I started skipping breakfast in the mornings. Thanks for the pleasant reminder, kitty.