The church I attend has communion every Sunday and with the bread they have both juice and wine. This morning I accidentally took the wine instead of the juice. I had heard that wine was bitter tasting but I was by no means prepared for the sensation that was coming. For a few moments I thought I was going to throw up. It was the vilest tasting liquid I have ever put in my mouth! When I think of the women who post about really wanting a "nice glass of wine" I cringe inside. The taste rather put me in mind of juice that had been sitting outside putrefying in a dog's water bowl for several weeks, perhaps with several pieces of doggie food soaking in it and maybe even one or five of the dog's chew toys. On top of the nauseating flavor there was a very warm tingling feeling that slid down the throat and sat in the chest and from there trickled down to my stomach. I shall never drink wine again. Ever.

There is a park across the street from my building that I like to walk in sometimes. One day as I was doing so I noticed that there were little piles of cat food lying along one of the paths and there were several stray cats feasting on them. Upon walking a little further I spotted the author of these little meals, a person I have since entitled The Cat Man. The Cat Man is an elderly gentleman, about 65 I should say, who comes to the park everyday to feed the cats. Now no cat would dream of hurrying towards anything, and not all the cats entirely trust him, but when they see him they gather just as quickly as they can without appearing particularly interested. Some even allow him pet them while they're eating which he generally does. He looks as though he were a member of some nice country club so I don't think he's lonely, but perhaps he doesn't have any children, or he does but they grew up, left, and don't keep in touch. Then again, he may just like cats a lot but his wife wont let him keep them. Maybe someday I'll get a chance to ask him why he does it.