Ty and Burke woke up next to each other, neither knowing what unspeakable events had transpired in the night, but sharing an overwhelming sense of shame and crushing guilt.
Fortunately, Burke found a quiet place to reflect and try to make heads or tails of his foggy memories. He seemed better in the end, but for the duration of this quiet time I could hear him repeatedly muttering, "horror of horrors...".
When I came to, I found that my consciousness was being occupied by this cat. I don't know how he found his way into the annals of my mind, but for the truths he revealed to me, I will be forever grateful. Many of them were so vast and incomprehensable that I could never begin to explain them. However, one of the easy ones was that wet catfood looks just as gross to cats as it does to humans. Who knew!?
When we finally found Nate, he was in the sorriest state I've ever seen a man. He was stumbling around, wobbling back and forth almost growling, "horror of horrors...". We threw some water in his face, got out the smelling salts, and screamed at him, "WHAT IS THE HORROR OF HORRORS!". He began, hesitantly, to explain it to us. He was talking so fast that it was hard to catch it all, but there was something about a teenage barn party, skinny dipping, and an ocean full of dead, decaying bodies. Freaky stuff.
Thanks, in no small part, to our gracious host and friend Chris and his family we were all quickly snapped back into reality. We knew it was true because when we looked back on this photo, the food was real, and normal colors. No more of that psychedelic hook food crap.
Metavari, The Oak and The Ax, Biddeford, ME.
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