Mystery Meat

After returning home from work last Thursday, the day in which I also made a visit to the hospital to receive the unpleasant gastroscopy procedure to remove the piece of food from my throat, I started the process of tossing out the food responsible for the blockage.

The night before, I was going to prepare a tender pork loin, but decided that was too involved and opted for an easy way out instead, which was to eat hot dogs instead.  Simple in it's preparation, as all you need to do is boil water and toss them in.  Boom!  Supper in under five minutes.  Boom!  Blocked throat passage ten minutes following that.  So whilst I was seated in the examining room at the hospital, I took an assessment of the shit I eat and much of it, really isn't that good for me.  Lots of quick and easy meals, opposed to healthy stuff that would not only improve my health, but would be less likely to be caught in my narrowed throat passage, and ultimately less likely to kill me some time down the road.

The top of that list was the hot dogs.  I really don't like the taste of them that much.  Like I said, it's something quick and easy.  If quick and easy is what I require, then opening a can of ravioli is pretty f*ckin' simple.  I don't even need a can opener for that endeavour.  In the process of gathering up all the hot dogs, my cat, MONKEY (pictured above - isn't he adorable?) came roaming around my feet.  Rubbing up against me all loving and such, I thought I'd see if he'd play with one of the hot dogs that I'd prepared the night before and tossed one to the middle of the kitchen floor.

He ran up to it, took a couple of sniffs, then backed off.  It was as if he'd sensed something evil about the thin frankfurter.  I thought it weird and kicked it toward him and once more, he backed away from it, never turning his back on it.  Thinking it odd, I picked it up and tore the ends off it.  I thought if it were smaller, resembling a mouse a little more, he might play with it or take a nibble, but again, he cowered in fear, ears pinned back and eyes concentrating on the food.  I quickly scooped it up and tossed it in the garbage and he returned to normal.

I thought it curious, the response he'd made towards the beef wiener.  Given all the things that I find him nibbling on around the house.  Paper, cardboard, shoe laces, pieces of the carpet torn from his kitty tower (also pictured above) and numerous miscellaneous pieces of refuse that gets tracked in by shoes from the yard, yet he wouldn't entertain the idea of putting any part of the hot dog in his mouth.  He's a freakin' cat, for crying out loud.  He's an animal who licks his own ass after taking a shit, but he wouldn't taste the hot dog.

Makes you wonder what the f*ck "they" put into those f*cking things.