It’s always a little crustier, a little more rustic and real and rad. And so it is with the end of the Mighty Breads.
…but there’s just something about Bialy. Resistance to his invincible cuteness? Futile. You think you could escape the fate of turning into a pool of goo after 5 minutes of exposure to this much Awesome? Surely you jest.
Still, as happy-go-lucky and full of win as our big-headed little boy is, I had some trepidation over his being abandoned by his sisters. It’s something we have to witness over and over - a litter of kittens arrives, all glued to each other, and one by one they’re picked off by adopters…until there’s just one left. Cashew. Dave. Phillie. It happens.
But, of all those last kittens standing, Bialy is very likely the most…what’s the word? Quirky. Different. Bialicious. How would our littlest weeble-wobble do once his sisters were gone?
Let me set your mind at ease. Bialy’s reaction to his sisters’ adoption could be best described as, Baguette who? What sisters?
It turns out Bialy is all about being an only child. Best of all, he gets to be the un-lonely only right in the heart of rock and roll Tabby’s Place: the Community Room.
But what about all those rough-and-tumble Community Room boys (by which I mean all boys except for Webster, natch)? Harley the gobbler, Tashi the wrestler, Chance the roarer…how’s a mini mighty bread to survive?
Mightily. Fearlessly. And with ten thousand squeaks an hour. As you can see from these photos, Bialy has wasted no time in learning to stalk his elders, and no cat intimidates the boy with the big head and the bigger heart. Amazingly, no cat has any intention of putting this whipper-snapper in his place, either - I haven’t seen so much as a hiss or a swat, even from our least kitten-loving grown up cats. Apparently everyone of every species is disarmed in the presence of the mightiest bread of all. (And, it doesn’t hurt that Bialy only lands about 0.0001% of his “attacks” on other cats. When you’re perpetually lurching from side to side like a drunken sailor on a drunken boat, your accuracy is sub-spectacular.)
Bialy has no issues with being the end of the loaf, or with being the wobbliest wonder this side of Planet Edward. But we pesky humans are determined to find out what’s behind his wobbles - not to mention his big giant head - and how we can best treat it. And, so, Bialy is headed to a neurologist on Monday 10/4, for a consultation and his much-awaited MRI. This test is super ’spensive, but it’s our best hope at giving Bialy the best possible life. His MRI should tell us, once and for all, whether he has cerebellar hypoplasia (a la Edward), hydrocephalus, or the value pack of “all of the above.”
But for now, it’s fun groovy absofrickinlutely awesome to be Bialy.
PS: Our wonder bread is now available for sponsorship. As of this post, he is awaiting his very first special someone.