Recently I have been working on overriding my carnivorous tendencies and trying SO desperately to become a vegetarian. I feel pangs of guilt every time I kill a mouse or a bird, but it's a natural instinct that's very difficult to overcome. All week I have been eating that stuff called tofu and even attempting to give veggies a whirl. Whenever I have the urge to kill I pretend my catnip mouse, Squeaky, is real and take all my bottled up urges out on him, but it's just not the same...
The last couple of days have been the most challenging on my road to recovery. I even had to resort to locking myself in the windowless bathroom of my house while I went through bird and mouse withdrawal. I found myself starring out the window for hours at a time watching all the tasty birds flitting about outside, which was not at all conducive to my rehabilitation. It was a tough 48 hours, but I finally felt I had conquered my inner demons for sure when I awoke this morning!
This week an old friend named Polly moved back to the neighborhood. In the past we always needed to be friends from a distance with a pair of bars between us. See, Polly is a parrot and when I used to look at her the first thing that came to mind was food. But that was all in the past now and I was so confident I no longer needed to worry about wanting to eat her or so I thought...
Polly agreed to come over tonight for a candlelit dinner and everything was going purrfect. The conversation was stimulating and the laughs just kept coming. I don't know if it was the way the candlelight suddenly illuminated Polly's feathers or the way she looked at me, but suddenly I found myself with a mouth full of parrot. I won't go into the morbid details, but let's put it this way, the dinner did not end well...
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