Cats eat milk

They do, right? Everybody knows that, just like everyone knows that dogs love bones. I always fed my cats with milk back in Poland. That is what they eat, it’s a simple fact. I just watched an old Polish TV show where a boy gave his cat a bowl of milk for breakfast and … something occurred to me … I thought about the cats I had after coming to America and realized that I did not feed them milk at all! I asked my husband if cats eat milk, “not especially” he said! Then I thought about what cats are, predators, hunters, with fangs … where would they get milk from? In the wild I mean? Those questions have never presented themselves to me, not once in my 34 years on this earth did I consider that feeding cats with milk doesn’t make any sense at all. Even while feeding my american cats canned food I still firmly believed that cats eat milk. Everybody knows that.  All of a sudden I was confronted with a fact that what is the truth, what is obvious and unquestionable, a simple fact of life, in fact isn’t one! All of a sudden I realized that cats don’t eat milk, they are only fed milk in Poland for some reason, maybe because of a poem or two that children are taught when they are little, about giving your kitty a bowl of milk. All of a sudden I was confronted with a possibility that what was “the truth, one truth and only truth” in my life is not “the truth, one truth and only truth” at all, it is simply a preference, a belief, way of doing something. It didn’t shock or unsettle me, it left me feel surprised and rather happy … and free, because if there isn’t one and absolute truth about the dietary preferences of cats, then maybe there isn’t one and absolute truth about anything at all. And if there isn’t one and absolute truth about anything at all, well, then I am absolutely free to create my own truth … then everyone is absolutely free to create their own truths … and cats can simply eat what they want.