What's for Breakfast?
We watched our gray cat Bailey catch and eat her breakfast while we were eating ours. We saw her stillness, then a swift jump in the grass, then carry to the edge, then chew it up. It was a breakfast made for a cat. Live, raw protein! At our table, we were eating eggs produced by pastured hens--protein eggs with vitamins and minerals from hens' time in the dirt and on the grass. If 'you are what you eat,' I want to eat live eggs and not the dead ones from hens that never
