I had a cat that ate loaves of bread too...drove me nuts. The little bugger figured out the bread box and the kitchen cabinet so I had to put the bread in the fridge..which I hate, but it was that or a torn bag with cat munchie holes in half the loaf
Dear Lilliput & Tulip,
You two are angels...who would have thought 9 months ago when you showed up as 2 small feral kittens that were scared of their own shadows would now snuggle with me every night in bed? I remember the absolute fuss you both threw when you were trapped to go get your special parts attended to and how you would wait on the porch for your bowls of kibble but run when I brought it out. Thank you for learning to trust me, for starting to rub me, then allowing pets and eventually to be handled, but mostly, thank you for not tearing off my face when I picked you up and threw you in the house when the temps dropped below freezing a few weeks ago. I loved waking up that first morning with you both snuggled against me, purring away, happy and content. You have, as my friends have said, solidified my reputation as the feral cat whisperer (These are my 20 &21st ferals adults that I have managed to tame into house cats). But, if I may make one suggestion? Sitting on my keyboard so I can give you head bumps and kisses is annoying when I am trying to work on the computer.
The lady with a lot of patience and good kitty nummies