Once upon a time there was a poor, misunderstood kitty whose vet said he was too fat.
His human caregiver, being quick to believe the rantings of an educated human over her incredibly wonderful cat, put him on a diet. It’s amazing I’m still alive.
While it’s true that I have weighed as much as 25 pounds, and I was at risk for diabetes, I am no longer that big, loveable creature I used to be. Now I am a thinner, healthier whiner. I whine A LOT! I whine in the morning. I whine in the afternoon. I whine at night.
I have also become a thief. Jen has to watch us all when we eat because I gulp down my food and then go on the hunt for others who have not yet finished their meal. She used to could put it up high, but I’ve managed to scale every high place, save one.
I am hoping in this new year that Jen finally comes to her senses and starts to feed me better, or I may eventually fade away! Will you help me????