My old cat Squeaky used to love cereal and eggs. He was a real big fan of breakfast. Once he realized that the boxes on top of the fridge contained Honey Comb, he figured out a way of getting up there and knocking them over. Once on the floor, he’d tear into the treats.
Things weren’t so great when he similarly reasoned that eggs come from the frying pan. Lil’ bugger burned the hell out of his paws.
The cat I grew up with (his name was “Disco”, which should have been a warning sign…) had the tendency to lick sticks of butter. If I was making toast and left the room for a minute, I’d return to find him on the counter licking away at the butter.
My childhood cat used to love olives and anything pickled. Olive brine was like catnip to him…he used to rub his face and head all over my briney fingers after I’d pick out a few olives for a snack. Does El Jefe like the olives?