When it's Wintertime, I get to be in the house more, because I don't have a fur coat. I feel like a milked up kitten. I'm having the best time of my life. Until the meetings start on the phone connected to the television. They're shipping out videotapes, some of them that I made with a handheld camera I could barely hold.
It's why I asked to sleep in the barn if I could.
When I got to the farm they took me out to see the slaughtering. It wasn't a very big farm, but they had a lot of different animals they sold mostly for meat. Cows, lambs and pigs mostly.
I've seen a lot of things get hurt and killed before, but this was kinda different. In the city we would cut up a chicken bought froma stall in the stoop, or a fat fish from a tank vendor. The eyes and the smells didn't bother me as much as how hungry I was.
This time though, I had been there about a week and my belly was full. They fed me a good three meals a day, most times, and I was even allowed to get snacks I picked out from a paper pamphlet from the grocery store. Casseroles and cereal and sometimes these frozen dinners in a paper tray that had a dessert part I could get out of the big freezer to cook in the microwave myself. Tami and Joji let me cook as much as I wanted, and I even did the dishes to. So mostly they were so impressed by how well I did at it, they let me alone.
When I toured the slaughter I wasn't ready to eat anything there. The scent was unimpressive and reminded me more of when someone got caught in the beeline of a bullet, then zipped neatly into a bag after no one came to drag em inside. It didn't happen as often as the movies but it happened too often when I was there. I think that's why they sent me to the farm.
So I finally felt bad for them., the Meat. Tami and Joji chuckled at the look of discomfort on my face, sipping on thermoses of gluvein.