I had a cat who loved bread. Would climb on top of the refrigerator, tear open the bag, go to town. I would occasionally demonstrate by dropping a bit of meat and a bit of bread on the ground, cat would go for the bread.
His most glorious moment (in his own head, as I imagine it) involved leaping from a loft bed onto a coffee table, grabbing an empty cupcake wrapper (still covered in cupcake crumbs) and swallowing it whole before anyone recovered enough from their shock to stop him. He just sat there afterwards licking his lips with the most satisfied kitty look on his kitty face.