Sumomo's Diary
Nov. 17th, 2007 10:06 amSumomo just came back from her monthly nail trim and weigh-in. She's now up to six point six kilos, up another point since the last visit. Somomo, child, keep this up and I'm going to have to change your name to "Sumo".
When I get home, I grab a bowl of cereal. One telemarketer later and I discover she's found the little bit of milk left in the bowl and helped herself to a couple of tablespoons worth. (Why is it that cats like milk, when milk hates cats? They tend to be quite lactose-intolerant.) And for the next half hour, I'm chasing the damnfool cat around the apartment as she finds a delightful new place to upchuck. Thank the heavens I don't have carpeting.
Great, not only to I have a cat that has to fight the battle of the bulge, she's developing bulimia. >_<
(Maybe I should shave her, and keep her shaved? I read somewhere that kids raised nudist had far fewer cases of eating disorders than their not-raised-as-nudist peers, wonder if that equates to domestic felines...)
When I get home, I grab a bowl of cereal. One telemarketer later and I discover she's found the little bit of milk left in the bowl and helped herself to a couple of tablespoons worth. (Why is it that cats like milk, when milk hates cats? They tend to be quite lactose-intolerant.) And for the next half hour, I'm chasing the damnfool cat around the apartment as she finds a delightful new place to upchuck. Thank the heavens I don't have carpeting.
Great, not only to I have a cat that has to fight the battle of the bulge, she's developing bulimia. >_<
(Maybe I should shave her, and keep her shaved? I read somewhere that kids raised nudist had far fewer cases of eating disorders than their not-raised-as-nudist peers, wonder if that equates to domestic felines...)
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Date: 2007-11-18 12:04 am (UTC)The vet wanted us to get Anna more active since she put on a lot of weight when she developed an apathetic 'Meh, Dot's going to take it from me anyway so I'm not even going to try to play with it' attitude (but we can still see her desire to play, it's very sad, it breaks my heart. I lock Dot in the bedroom so she can play uninterrupted) and we found that one of the few things she won't just sigh and wait for Dot to come racing over for is the plastic pitchfork I bought for Halloween. Bounce that around in the air a bit and BAM she's leaping around and trying to wrestle it into submission. I don't know what it is, but it's making me feel a lot better about the idea of getting her to shed some of her kitty fanny pack gut.
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Date: 2007-11-18 04:16 am (UTC)^_^