Saturday, October 14, 2006
Do I Look Fat to You?
My v-e-t says I need to loose weight. I'm the only cat in the house that can't get through the sliding glass door out to the porch when it's cracked open with the security stick. I keep telling the humans to shorten the stick and the door would open wider. (It would be the equivalent of them buying a size larger clothes which, ahem, they have been known to do lately.) And they keep telling me that would defeat the purpose of having a security stick.
It was so affirming last summer when Fat Eric had this fantastic entry featuring Big Boys On Parade in his blog. (Although, especially given my short hair, I really don't think I'm in their league at all)
I felt even better when I found some web sites with some really fat cats. Next to these guys, I am downright puny.
But, I started getting a little worried about this weight thing this fall after Shaggy wrote about having to eat special food and getting dragged around the house three times for exercise. Can you imagine?
Then this machine shows up in our front hallway. It is so big and heavy the humans could barely carry it in the house.
They think we are ALL going to exercise more, eat better and loose weight.