Meow You Doin?

Cats, love em or hate em they are here to stay.  Personally, I’m on the love side.  They are independent, fiercely loyal, stalk – kill and eat bugs; what’s not to love?  I’ll never forget the first time I won the affections of a cat.  It was a wild thing running around our neighborhood and then one day I was hanging out in the yard and it jumped in my lap and just cuddled up.  We quickly became besties and spent a great deal of time together.  Let’s take a moment to appreciate our fury feline friends.

Tell me “Meow You Doin” and share your favorite cat moment.


Cat Breading – This S*@% ain’t easy

As promised last week, I made an inbread cat attempt.  Inbreading, which involves pushing your cat’s head through a piece of bread, is not to be confused with inbreeding, to breed one’s cat with close relatives.  My first step was to seek out instruction on how to accomplish this endeavor.  It sounded soooo simple:

Cat Breading How To:
1) Take a piece of bread
2) Cut a hole approximately 1 inch larger than your cat’s head. This trips some people up. Remember: the bread has to fit around not just the cat’s head, but it’s ears, too.
3) Gently place the bread around your cat’s head.
4) Take a picture & post it! 

After preparing my bread my next step was to pick my victim.  I have two cats to choose from one is a little aloof and skittish and the other is friendly and offers slightly unconditional love (this is a cat afterall).  You can guess who I chose (evil laugh goes here).  After pushing past my initial guilt, I went for it.  This was no easy task, the instructions said – gently place – the bread on the head; as if she would stay still and just ALLOW this humiliation to occur.  So there I was, chasing my cat around the kitchen with a piece of bread.  Finally, I tired her out and she accepted defeat, I went in for the kill only to have the bread break on me – UHHH.

I went to get a second piece of bread to make another attempt.  She had time to rest up in between and made a dash for it.  After running circles around her and backing her into a corner, I was ready, she was in my sights and we both knew this had to happen.  I tentatively inched the bread toward her watching her eyes grow large and ears push back as I got closer.  At last, I pushed the bread onto her head and there she was looking all irritated in her little bread bonnet.  I got the camera, she made a move – and BLAST IT, the bread broke again – sigh…..  I shall live to bread again another day, for now she can rest easy – just not next to me since she smells a little yeasty.

Action shots of my failed attempt are provided below:

The struggle begins


More struggle


Thought I had it then, UHHH – the bread breaks