He's not normal. I swear he's not.

[desperance]

...Or maybe I'm wrong, maybe all cats harbour a secret yearning for baked goods. The girls were fond of toast. Preferably buttered, and extra-preferably spread with Gentleman's Relish, but the dry bready crunchiness would always do on its own.

Barry, it transpires, hath a passion for croissants. His antennae are sensitive enough to detect the buttery flaky goodness through three layers of packaging, and his wrinkly-wet-walnut brain is smart enough not to be defeated by the zips on my bag. Which is why he had First Breakfast sometime in the night, and I was half a croissant short this morning.

(PS - yes, he still got Second Breakfast, undiminished. One does not diminish Barry's breakfast. He would sulk, for values of sulking that - well, you wouldn't want to go there.)

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He's not normal

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My Djuna once ate a blueberry - but I suspect only because she'd been playing football with it & got it stuck on her claw. She's very fond of sweetcorn niblets though.