Ever since my move to Motovun, I have been throwing stale bread into my garden. For the birds, I thought. But I have noticed lately that bread disappears a bit faster than usual. It must be cats, I realized. This morning I threw some bread into the garden, and I saw a cat rush for it without delay. Street cats in the hilltown would eat anything, including stale bread. And I am one of their benefactors. Unwitting, but a benefactor nonetheless. Watching the cat devour the bread hastily made me kind of happy, anyhow. It did not go to waste, which used to be a sacrilege in these parts. For the cats, as the new expression goes.