Yesterday at work, I happened to catch a bit of conversation between two coworkers, Amy and Jessica, about Amy's persistent struggle with her banana bread recipe turning out overly dry. Eavesdropping a bit, I chimed in and suggested she might try adding sour cream to her mixture to help maintain moisture.

Amy seemed keen on the idea and asked me to send her the recipe via email. However, I explained that I'm more of an intuitive baker who rarely measures anything precisely. Intrigued, she proposed visiting my place to watch the process firsthand. Initially, it sounded as though she wasn't fully serious, but I invited her over regardless, and to my surprise, she accepted.

She arrived at my house on Saturday armed with a note card and pencil, prepared to jot down each step. My cat, Mr. Whiskers, who suffers from paralysis and usually wears a special suit to help him move around and protect my floors, was scurrying about curiously, which seemed to unsettle Amy a bit. I offered to seclude Mr. Whiskers during her visit, but she insisted it was fine.

As we got to baking, I began combining the ingredients loosely while Amy took notes. During this process, I noticed Mr. Whiskers had an accident. I excused myself briefly to tend to him, then thoroughly washed my hands before returning to the kitchen.

However, Amy appeared quite distressed, expressing discomfort with me resuming the baking after handling the cat. Despite my assurances that I had not directly touched any waste and had washed my hands well, she remained unconvinced. Her anxiety escalated when she asserted that she would never have come had she known my "secret ingredient was cat shit."

It's worth mentioning that Amy often brings her toddler to the office, who, like all small children, is no stranger to creating his share of messes. This made me point out the parallel between changing my cat’s suit and her changing her child's diaper. This comparison offended her greatly, prompting her to abruptly leave, marking a rather dramatic end to our baking session.

Considering her visceral reaction, I reflect on whether drawing parallels between caring for pets and children might have been insensitive, although I still find her response somewhat disproportionate. If this outburst had unfolded on a reality television show, one can only imagine the intensified drama and possible public split in viewer opinions. Would the audience side with empathy towards everyday pet care challenges or critique the comparison of a pet to a child? Reality TV thrives on these moments of conflict, possibly blowing them out of proportion for entertainment.

If this happened on a reality show, which side would you take?