There's this movie - late 1970s? early 1980's? Jack Nicholson is on a train in the dining car. He asks the waiter for toast. 'I'm sorry, sir. We have no toast. We only have what's on the menu.' 'But toast is what I want! That's all I want.' 'I'm sorry, sir.' Jack argues a bit more with him, and finally says, 'Fine. I'll have the BLT, then.' 'Very good, sir.' And the waiter turns to go. Jack says, 'But wait. Hold the lettuce.' The waiter takes this down. 'Hold the mayo.' Pause. 'Hold the tomato.' Waiter purses his lips. 'And, one more thing...' Jack looks up at the waiter. 'Hold the bacon. Thank you very much.' Jack puts down the menu.

Or something like that. It's been a long time.

Then, there was this cat named Earle Wynn. He was named after a baseball player, but I only knew the cat.

He grew to be a grand old age for a cat when he took quite ill. He was no longer eating. His mistress was in much distress. Her cat was dying. A friend advised her to bring the cat some fresh trout. So, she went to the great Seattle market on the straits, found a whole, fresh-caught trout and brought it home to Earle. He sniffed the raw fish. He tasted. He ate slowly, and then with tremendous appetite, as though he had never eaten before.

He lived on for some time.