Kitty Kibbles, yes, it started off with, Kitty Kibbles, a great range of unhealthy, yet promoted as healthy cereal, available at your local supermarket. It was created as a promotion to one of those Virtuality Games aimed for young children. A chocolate truffle in the cutest shape of a cat. It was something I created, I helped manufactured and something I have an addiction to.  

The outer shell was properly tempered chocolate. It was chocolate coated goodness with a real crunch in your mouth.  Now, when you eat it, all one can say is  ‘amazing’. It would change into a chocolate milk bliss bomb.  The chocolate would melt in your mouth and then solidify again giving you the velvety chocolate melt in your mouth feeling and a second wind of more chocolatey goodness. Simply, it was pure bliss.

While creating the product, I sampled it to ensure its delicious qualities.  Originally it just a healthy seven grain mix  cereal fortified with essential nutrients for growing children. With my secret recipe utilising flavonoids, these turned into chocolate goblets of wow. The flavours worked well with the production processes and  as for the the added health benefits the company was spruiking, they were a little harder to process. In spite of this, I made it work. It’s totally worth the effort to make things healthy.

Well, I ran out of my supplies of Kitty Kibbles during my trip to Sumatra. It was devastatingly horrible. I found it hard to concentrate on my research on the corpse flower.  I even booked an early flight back to my home country. 

Two hours without kitty kibbles

On the flight back, it was squishy and cramped. the only spot available was the middle chair. Normally I would just go first class. Yet the cravings for chocolate cereal weighed on my mind so much that I was willing to sit on the seat nearest wing.  For some odd reason I took the risk sitting there even knowing that the design of this second class  stored all its fuel inside the wings.

5 hours without kitty kibbles.

The Taxi ride. there was chewing gum on the roof of the cab. If time was permitting I would have hired a cleaner car. The car stank of old cigarettes  and cabby driver sweat.

I am doing lot of stuff I would not normally do and I am only doing for the food I am craving. I concur that the whole idea of me getting into a lower class cabin like this is ludicrous.

The traffic was absolutely horrible.  Pulling out a hanky I spray it with disinfectant wiping the door handle profusely. I paid my cab fare with the limited cash I had on hand. The cabby smiled and held out his  hand for a handshake... which I purposely ignored, I smiled back with a polite fake smile.

6 hours without kitty kibbles.

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I ran onto the streets like a mad man, the shops were closing.

As the teenage sales clerk flipped the closed sign I swear the sales attendant smiled at me evilly. I take note of his name badge.

Seven hours without kitty kibbles.

So I ran out like a man on steroids racing, to the late night petrol station, to get my fix.

The electronic doors could not open fast enough as I bobbed from one leg to the other.

Walking down the halls search each aisle with hawk eye precision.

There was a queue with an old man doling the cash on the table with the speed as slow as a turtle. A rusty grotty coin was pulled out with the hair from last year’s pocket fluff. Each penny  was like an antique he had saved up for over a  millennia.  

‘Can’t you move any faster?’

I gave the  evil eye at the customer’s skull. Sending thoughts of death and destruction, he shook not knowing where the incredible pressure was coming from.

I watch the checkout person swipe the barcode over the box.

The machine wouldn't scan it. Does technology hate me.

My credit card?

Damn, good thing  I still had some spare coins.

I started counting out each of my precious coins. ‘They must be exchanged for this wondrous product.’ My hands shook in glee as I grasped the box causing it to crumple. I just couldn't help myself. It was then and there that I flicked my head backwards and emptied the entire contents into my mouth. Now this this the ambrosia of the Gods, I am not silly enough to waste one Kitty Kibble in this complex eating procedure. I noticed the Shop clerk slowly trying to step back from me in her tiny cubicle. I was laughing so hard at her,at the expression of cute face.

Then the laughter changed from absolute happiness to ...

“Hahh, ha, ha, ack, k... Ech... Errck …”

I felt my throat was blocked.. yet it tastes so good...No throat don’t spit out this chocolate goodness… wait for it to melt. Oh truffle of delectable delights do not let me waste you. I felt my lungs burning and sensed that my face was changing from hot red to deep purple. I am the acolyte of Kitty Kibbles, I will never desecrate its sacred form on the ground. Never. Then I spasmed, face first into the counter terminal.

Damn ...Death by chocolate… who would have thought.

I really only wanted more of this gorgeous chocolate taste.

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