I'll have to ask Daddy what Tiger's name is. (Cats and Bacon)

 That's the family lore about the time our next door neighbour "Auntie Elsie" asked me the name of our beautiful cat.

Those were the days  (1950's) when cats were fed with table scraps, and we put down milk for them to drink.

Our family grew and the scraps diminished.  Tiger found himself a new home just up the road.

All this is to say that although I am a dog person  (did you know that?) I have nothing against cats.

Which is just as well because cats dominate Facebook alongside Bacon.

Ah bacon! Our  local Indy Supermarket chain "Detwilers"  sells it by the slice. 

How very old fashioned. Just about every other week I buy five slices. Only five lest I become addicted. 

The sum is that cats and bacon  have their very good place but only in moderation! (Here I need an emoticon for tongue in cheek).

I find it impossible to be moderate about Geier's German Ham, and Mama G's bread.



                       Five slices. I am a wimpy bacon addict.


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