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Guilty As Charged


Read about how Bobby and I met a late night Vegan.

“What was that noise?” I demanded of my cat, Bobby, who was seated next to me. His eyes were open, pupils fully dilated and ears poised straight up. He was on alert. It was clear to me he had heard the noise. There it was again. This time Bobby and I exchanged glances as we both jumped up and started walking toward the kitchen. It didn’t take us long to realize that the sounds being emitted were coming from inside the refrigerator.

Thoughts were racing through both our minds. I guessed his were close to mine. “What in the world, did one of the other cats get trapped inside?” Bobby was thinking, “Wow, I bet it’s Cosmo and he’s eating up all of tonight’s leftover chicken. Lucky guy. Mommy never lets me to climb inside the food box.”

As I placed my hand upon the door to pull it open, the sounds suddenly stopped, as did we. You could have heard a pin drop. Mustering my courage I cautiously tugged the door wide open.

Silence greeted us as the light came on. Bobby suddenly hissed, backed up and just as if an electrical current had swept through his small body, his fur stood on end. His normally slender tail had tripled in size. This warned me to back away at once.

The top drawer below the shelves slowly began to open. “Is this happening?” I questioned aloud. Looking down I noticed Bobby had vanished. The drawer was now three quarters of the way open, and my astonishment grew as up popped a head of iceberg lettuce!

Rapid blinking and rubbing both hands across my eyes did nothing to dispel this vision. This was happening.

“Hello?” inquired a tiny voice.

“Yes, um hello,” I replied back. “I’m talking to a lettuce,” I thought incredibly. “Show yourself,” I instructed.

The lettuce moved up, up, up, until finally I was able to see eyes, nose and mouth. Then a hurried tumble of words were spilled directly at me, which brought Bobby skulking back to my side, his soft belly dragging along the polished floor.

“You really need to look in here more often you know, Miss.” He rumpled his nose as if he whiffed something unpleasant. He went on, “When you forget about us, we wither away in this darkness and we suffer, too. When you do not remember to eat us while we are fresh, you leave us here in this cold place, where we die a slow painful death. We rot, sometimes from the inside out, or from the outside in. Do you know, when a fruit or vegetable touches their dying, moldy body to another ripe one, they contaminate the good food?” he inquired.

You have to respect our lives!” he cried in a demanding and stronger voice. “Just look at me,” he wailed in anguished tones. “You picked me out of all the other lettuces, brought me to your home, lugged me all the way up the stairs and then forgot all about me after you closed me in this cold place. Now, in my last days, I am turning into nothing more than something wasted, my very life is to be thrown away. I trusted you. I believed I would be nourishment for you, but no!” he cried.

Something akin to guilt and horror at my behavior had me reaching out to scoop him up. I begged his forgiveness and taking out my knife I promised to eat the good part of him that was not yet tainted, ruined nor spoiled. I vowed to be respectful of all my food in the future and to check my food supply everyday, so this would never happen again. He smiled saying he was glad to provide his goodness after all.

I prepared a salad that night and enjoyed every bite. I carry inside my resolve to keep that promise I made, and Bobby, he was very glad the leftover chicken was still in the fridge. 


Every day tons of food is wasted around the world. Food is left to spoil and become trash. We need to all of us, become faithful in the stewardship of our food supplies.

There are millions of hungry elderly men and women, children, even animals, who could easily survive on the uneaten portions of food that is thoughtlessly tossed away or allowed to spoil each and every day.

We must come together in deciding to eat less and share more.

We are, “Guilty As Charged.” There isn’t one prosperous person who has not wasted food or money at some point this year. The time has come for us to give it up to those who cry during the day and who cry through the night. Let us not simply listen, but hear, and strive to do what we can to help them heal.

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Monday, November 23rd, 2009

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By Theresa H Hall on November 06, 2009 at 07:38 pm

Thank you Melody. I think the rumpling nose of the lettuce is in agreement with your comment about the smell of rotting food. Even after I say I am not going to let this happen, I can still find that I have overlooked something in the fridge. I have improved by 90%. I am still a work in progress.

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By Theresa H Hall on November 06, 2009 at 08:22 pm

Event is: November 21, 2009

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By Lady D on November 10, 2009 at 07:17 pm

In the 70's I used to volunteer for a homeless shelter in NYC. We used to go pick up food fom grocery stores. Some stuff that was stamped out of date, however it was perfectly good and yet it could no longer be sold.

This is no longer done because they are afraid of being sued.

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By Theresa H Hall on November 10, 2009 at 07:47 pm

My sister told me that here in the Washington, DC area, a number of stores and restaurants donate their fresh overstock, on a daily basis. One being Panera Bread.

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By TheGuysPerspective on December 22, 2009 at 08:08 am

This article was very well done! Your message is clear, but not preachy. Clever!

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By Theresa H Hall on December 22, 2009 at 08:48 pm

TheGuysPerspective: Thank you for your kind words.

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