With a Cat Like This, Who Needs Mice?

Tiger, our orange tabby (photo here),  lost his house privileges several years ago because he doesn't care what we think. He would hop on the table while we were eating, spray the furniture and generally act like he owns the place. He had the strangest obsession with loaves of bread. Whenever I would unload the groceries, he would tackle the bread and wrestle with it while I was getting other bags out of the car. I got smarter about this and always hid the bread. There's just something unappetizing about having a sandwich with holes cut out where the cat bit or clawed it. Swiss cheese, Swiss bread.

The last straw was when he developed an asthma-like condition and had to stay in a room with a humidifier. When he became an outdoor cat, his "asthma" went away and he seems very happy. He sometimes comes in for supervised inside time.

Today while I was unloading the car he hopped in and wrestled the bread while it was in the car. Guess we'll have Swiss-bread (I do cut around the cat damage or try to find slices that are untouched) at the horse show tomorrow.

Here's the wrestled bread. Bon Appetit!

Comments

[I Gallop On]

Perhaps he's opposed to carbohydrates?

;-)