I am very easy. My go-to comfort food is vanilla ice cream with fresh blueberries, nuts, and homemade maple syrup. But I lived for many years with a cat whose preference in comfort food was rare thin sliced roast beef. Clancy J. Bumps ( technically, there should be an umlaut over the U) would do anything for nice thin sliced roast beef; I forgot he liked hot peppers on it too. You say, what did you do to allow your cat to get such habits? Well, it was a matter of diet, my diet.
Clancy joined me near the end of my days as a folkie wanderer. He commandeered me one day while I was living in Ottawa, Ontario, and decided that I’d do. Locals said he’d been kicked out of his feline family for brawling with his mother, siblings, and anyone else nearby. He climbed to my shoulders by clawing up my pants and shirt. From the top of my head, he claimed me by right of feline conquest.In those rough days, I rarely had a home-cooked meal. Sub shops were my primary recourse for a balanced diet; lots of tomatoes, onions, and lettuce with the deli meat or roast beef. He ate whatever I did for a while and developed a taste for roast beef slathered in hots.
Of course, after I settled, my diet expanded, as did his. But beef items remained his favorite. My father had a friend who was a butcher in New York City. My dad would deep freeze an entire filet mignon for us when he visited, and soon Clancy was an Epicurean delighting in the joys of thinly sliced filet.
Life was good!