Hi. I’m Sabre.
I’m the Chief Feline Operations Manager here at Bread by Blaze. You may know my human, Blaze - she bakes the bread. I supurrvise the bread.
Let’s be clear: I don’t knead the dough or shape loaves, but I do watch - always. And I have some thoughts.
So for anyone curious about what it’s like to run a bakery with a cat in charge, here are the non-negotiables:
1. I’m not in the way - I’m supervising.
Whether Blaze is mixing dough, bagging biscuits, or just breathing too loudly near the oven, I’m stationed somewhere nearby providing intense moral oversight.
2. Crinkle sounds = my business.
Packaging focaccia cups? Biscuit bags rustling? That’s my signal to investigate. And by investigate, I mean walk directly behind Blaze as her floor manager.
3. I have my own proofing station - it’s called the couch.
She bakes, I nap. Division of labor is very important here.
4. If it smells good, I must be within radius.
Pineapple juice. Kerrygold butter. Cinnamon sugar. I will personally inspect all scent-related activity from a safe distance. My nose is the first line of quality control.
5. I do not take bribes.
Unless it’s a box of treats. Or a fresh cup of water. Or the sun hitting the floor just right. Okay, fine. I can be bought.
6. Deliveries should include treats.
If you’re picking up an order and you hear a loud “meow!” at the door? That’s me. I don’t want bread. I want respect. (And maybe a string toy.)
7. You must pick me up.
You may love me. You may adore my bakery-adjacent lifestyle. You may think, “Wow, I bet Sabre is so cuddly in person.” You’d be correct. You must pick me up and let me rest on your left shoulder. That’s not a suggestion. That’s policy.
8. God gave Blaze the gift of baking. He gave me a loud meow.
We all have our calling.
That’s it. That’s the blog. Blaze will be back with something heartfelt soon. Probably about biscuits. Or Jesus. Or both. But for now, remember who really runs this kitchen.
- Sabre
Chief Crumb Supervisor, Bread by Blaze
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