“Do cat lovers cherish their felines so much that eating with a furry little rump adjacent to their food isn’t a problem?”

I grew up with one of our cats on the table at breakfast. Only one cat had this privilege and she was not allowed at any other meal, but for reasons I still don’t understand, my father made an exception for breakfast.

He and our pretty calico colored female cat enjoyed rice crispies together. He’d take one out of his bowl and she would daintily eat it from his fingers. This went on for all of her life.

Looking back now, that was very strange on several levels.