The Breaker

Just an evening at home

Late one evening I sat there engaging in some what of a boring conversation with my fiancé, James. He was on a tangent of explaining all the many reasons why the economy is in such bad shape, something about global warming, Hillary Clinton, blah, blah, blah. I couldn’t help but think of the episode of The Office where Jim dressed up as Dwight, which then made me snicker out loud. James did not find this amusing; he was too worried about what Sarah Palin was going to do next. Then I started thinking, what if I was a secret agent? I would wear a cat woman suit everywhere and hunt down bad dudes. Then again, people might not take a person in a cat suit very seriously. Can you imagine if a woman in a cat suit came up to you trying to arrest you? Maybe I will just wear a black suit like the men in black. James broke my train of thought; he was saying something about cleaning the cat s**t out of the litter box. Why can’t he ever clean the litter box? That is probably what is causing global warming, too much cat s**t everywhere, damn it smells bad….

Just as I was finishing with the litter box the phone rang. I ran to answer, but the line was dead and there was no dial tone. I thought, how strange? I called James over and asked him to take a look. He didn't see anything wrong? He went out to the garage to check the breaker, I waited for some time. I started to get really impatient, thinking OK, hurry up; he always takes forever to do anything! So I started walking towards the breaker box and heard a loud noise and then the lights flickered off, oh great! What did he do this time?

As I tried to make my way toward James in the dark, I started getting worried, plus, my favorite show, Brothers and Sisters, was about to come on. How was I going to watch it with the power now being out? Then I started to smell something very strange…. What could that be? It kept getting stronger and stronger, possibly like the smell of blood, or maybe vomit? When I finally arrived at James feet, I fumbled around for a flash light, when I finally managed to get the damn thing on I was expecting the worst…. plus the smell was horrifying at this point!

James was sprawled out on the ground speechless. He had uncovered another bathroom for our cats. He had fallen over a box that was filled with cat s**t and was covered from head to toe in feces. When he was finally able to speak, he mentioned we might need to think about cleaning the litter box more often…..

Author's Note

This is my first attempt at writing, any critques are helpfull!!