Unfortunately SQUIRE TOM, who rules our house. Doesn’t like cats....He puuuurrrferrs his buddy Rascal, the dog. Who tries to purr with him....We need a pet psychologist <<<
You must get your pets from the same place that I do.
For I too have lived with several strange ones.
There was the giant Tom, who ate the stems of all the wild mustard leaves, but would not pick his own. LOL, I like the mustard leaves dipped in the Safeway label of Ranch Dressing.
I tested him once, if I picked him a leaf, he ate it, but stick the plant in his face and he would not take a bite.
He also spent his night, after all the others were asleep, sleeping his body curved with my body, with his paw in my hand.
Felt like I was sleeping with a loved one.