Earlier today I heard Don Domeng giving someone a telling. He’s like, “What are you doing? You are wasting bread again. You just want to play with it, you don’t eat it!” Then there was the sound of agitated plastic and my father bending over to pick it up.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, half awake.
Apparently, it’s his cat, Climb Every Mountain. Yes, that’s the name of his cat, Climb Every Mountain, and don’t you dare give me a weird look, you whose cat is named Mr. Fluffykins or Bob.
Thing is, Climb Every Mountain has a thing for bread. Most cats like tuna or star shaped cat food, but this one likes bread.
One time, Mother Goose was so annoyed because her shining new loaf of white bread got ripped at the table by the same cat. He eats some of it but most he just enjoys clawing and sitting on top of. Earlier, he was trying to eat a cake slice inside the plastic. I think it was a mocha roll.
I guess there is always that one in the family, you know, the weird one, the one who takes to bread when everybody else takes to fish or something. But you know what, I think that’s okay.
If he wants freaking bread, then give him freaking bread. It doesn’t make him less of a cat if he decides to eat bread instead of smelly tuna. If making fun of bread gives him joy, then so be it; I guess I just have to remember which bread he sat on top of and try to be careful not to get that.
Actually, I like the style of this cat. He’s my kind of weird. When my father went out the door, I actually gave the bread to Climb Every Mountain. He was happy… so am I.