Hey, lady.
I’ve heard through the grapevine that people swoon over chubby cats. So why in the floof do you have me on this new diet and exercise plan?
I overheard you tell the man you want me to lose a whole pound by my next vet checkup in a little over a month. And actually, I’ve enjoyed the new toys you’ve been bringing home–like a crisp new crinkly tube and catnip mice and feather wands. You’ve even been getting me outside more on the leash. At first this all seemed like a most excellent arrangement, but that was before I learned about the “D” word.
“Diet.”
In protest, as I’m sure you’ve noticed, I’ve been eating the little bits of carpet I’ve scratched off the cat tree. I won’t go down without a fight. And so far it seems to be working! My initial weigh-in was 16.8 pounds and nine days later I sat at a beautiful 17.2 pounds, despite increased exercise and near-starvation.
Neener-neener! Good luck!
Winston