There are some things that are a given, almost predictable. I expect to get out of bed every day and step on Troy’s army men, I expect Zoe to roll her eyes 29 times a day and Napoleon expects to eat his daily bread heel.

I think the daily dose of 100% stone ground wheat with no corn syrup added is doing wonders for his coat. Look how shiny he is, quite possibly the healthiest cat/rabbit/squirrel/fox/lynx/chupacabra/jackalope in all of Colorado. Here’s Napoleon searching for his daily bread. This is right outside my kitchen window, the spot where I place Napoleon’s snack every day.

Unfortunately for Napoleon, a super rude bird decided to swoop down and grab his lunch. When this dramatic scene played out before my eyes, I immediately thought the bird was trying to snatch up Napoleon and was prepared to throw down for my little bundle of sunshine.

To say Napoleon was disgusted is a complete understatement.

I’m sorry I failed you as your caregiver, Napoleon. I won’t rest until I find a way to prevent this from happening. Actually, that’s not true because this happened on Monday and I have slept quite peacefully all week, but you catch my drift. You are like a child to me, Napoleon. You hold a special place in my heart because unlike the other two children that live here, I don’t have to bathe you (yet) and do your laundry and you don’t talk back and this might automatically put you in first place. I know our relationship basically consists of me throwing bread off my back deck every day in the same direction and taking 43 photos of you when you eat it, but I do it out of LOVE.