V-E-T Visit

So Kitties, I went to the V-E-T's.  Mum was quite sneaky, hiding the PTU so I didn't see it until it was too late.  Then she discovered Dad had gone off with her keys in his dinner bag, so she wasn't best pleased.  He bought them back, but I had to stay in the PTU for ages, and we were late!

This time I saw the Man-V-E-T, or really, the Boy-V-E-T.  He said "my, you're a big boy", like it was something we didn't already know, then he checked me over.  He looked at my ears, eyes, and teeth, and had a good feel of my belly which I wasn't very impressed with.  Luckily there was no sign of the thermometer.  Apparently my teeth are quite good.  Then I got weighed.  It seems that at 8.2 kg (18 pounds), I am overweight.  Kitties, I can't believe that.

Mum and the Boy-V-E-T had a lengthy discussion about my diet (I'm already on light food and that is weighed and measured to an inch of it's life before I get it), whilst I busied myself by shedding lots of ginger fur all over the Boy-V-E-T's surgery.  Mum said I was very good, as I didn't put the bitey on the Boy-V-E-T once.

So, I am all fit and well, apart from being a bit too cuddly, but it doesn't end there.  Mum came home with these.  Do you see the size of those?

Giant worming tablets!  I know I haven't got worms, and I am sure Mum knows I haven't got worms, but apparently I still have to take them.  And I need to have 2 cos I'm extra cuddly.  They don't look quite so bad out of the packet, but they are still big!

So, there I am, sitting on the sofa, minding my own business.

and Dad's going "look, kitty, what's this"?  I'll have a look, just in case, but does he think I am stupid?

Nope, I'm not eating that.

I told you, I'm definitely not eating that.

Oh, OK, it seems that I am.  I did put up a good fight, and kept spitting the tablet out, but he got it down in the end.

The indignity of it all!

The second pill they wrapped in a bit of corned beef, and cos I really really likes corned beef, I'd eaten that before I noticed it was there.  I didn't fall out with Dad though, and he didn't seem to mind too much that I'd put the bitey on his finger.

So I'm good to go now for another year!

I'm a big fat ginger cat who definitely doesn't have worms!

I got Mail, but it's not good!

This morning, I got mail, which is supposed to be a good thing, right?  It was a big postcard, addressed to me and everything.  I was quite excited until I saw what it was.   Do you see what it is?

It's a postcard from the V-E-T!!  That can't be right, surely.  It doesn't bode well, I can feel it in my whiskers!

I'm a big fat ginger worried cat.

More Weight Thoughts

Thanks to everyone who left comments about my not losing any weight.  I think the real problem is that I’d rather be sleeping on the bed than running about exercising.  Sometimes I don’t even eat all the food Mum weighs out for me! 

And Whicky, about the poo thing.  I hadn’t thought about that, and I poo a lot, so that would make a big difference.  The V-E-T did say that they should weigh me once a month, so maybe after the first fortnight is being a bit previous..

Mum has duly noted the comments about the food, but I really don’t like wet food.  Give me the dried stuff any day, and I’ll snaffle that down as quick as looking at it.  Mum bought me a tin of Tesco’s Finest Catsucculent Flakes of Tuna the other week, before I was on the diet.Not a very good picture I know, but blame the Tesco Website.  I liked the smell of it, and got quite excited once she put it into my bowl.  I didn’t actually eat any of the tuna, but I gave the jelly a good licking!

I don’t really think I am overweight, and neither does Dad.  I’ve always been a big ginger mancat!  Mum is a bit worried though, as she knows overweight kitties can have problems.  I’m just gonna tell her to stop worrying, and it’s back to bed for me!!

 

I’m a big fat ginger not worried about being on a diet cat!

The Big Weekend Weigh In

You may remember when I was catnipped to the V-E-T’s, and the V-E-T said I was too fat and needed to lose some weight?  Well, this weekend, we had the big weigh in. 

2 weeks ago, I was 8.1 kg.  I’ve been very good and haven’t cheated.  Mum has been carefully weighing out my food each morning, even though it takes a lot longer and I have to complain greatly to speed things up. 

So after all that, how come that I now weigh 8.2 kg, heavier than when we started.  I need to have a lie down to think about that.

I’m a big fat ginger heavier than when I started cat!

Catnipped to the V-E-T’s

I don’t know what happened.  One minute I was asleep on my cushion,

the next minute I was being bundled into the Evil Cat Carrier.  I woke up as I was about half way in, but Mum was too quick for me and shut the door before I could turn round.  I’m not a happy kitty in the Evil Cat Carrier, and tried as best I could to open the door, but with no luck.

Then Mum put me in the car, and I howled.  I’m not a happy kitty in the car, either.  I howled and howled and howled, and I kept howling as she was driving.  Next thing I know, we’re in the V-E-T’s.  I know it was the V-E-T’s cos of the smell.  I’d know that smell anywhere.

After a few minutes, Mum took me into a room, and opened the door of the Evil Cat Carrier.  Of course, now I don’t want to come out, cos I didn’t know where I was.  After a few minutes, Mum unceremoniously tipped me out of the Evil Cat Carrier onto the floor, and lifted me up onto the table.

The lady V-E-T was quite nice.  She made a big fuss of me, and said I was a fine specimen of ginger mancatliness!  Mind you, that was before she stuck a big needle in the back of my neck, so I don’t think she’s quite so nice now!  She checked my ears, and eyes, and teeth, and listened to my belly, and I am a fit and healthy ginger mancat. 

There is one small thing, though.  Seems I am too much mancat.  The V-E-T put me on the scales, and declared that I am too fat!  Can you imagine that?  You’ve all seen my mancatly belly, do I look fat to you?  Anyway, at 8.1 kg, it seems that I am 2.5 kg or thereabouts overweight.  I don’t know what 2.5 kg is, but Mum’s friend said it was like getting two cats for the price of one.  Now I know there’s not two cats here, only me, which is just how I like it.

So, now I am on a diet, and my regular stinky Whiskas has been replaced by Iams Light – see dish below.

I don’t mind, as I quite like it, but the bits are really small, and I have a bit of trouble picking them up.  So much so, Mum has had to put a tray underneath my bowl, stop me spreading it all over the floor.  The other problem is that I now have to wait for my breakfast whilst Mum weighs out my food in the mornings.  I complain very loudly about that.

When Mum carried me out of the V-E-T’s room, there was a big black drooling dog called Duke outside.  He seemed very pleased to see me until I hissed at him big time.  Then he didn’t look so happy!

As soon as we got home, I went upstairs and sulked!  I was going to sulk for ages, but soon realised it was dinner time, and I didn’t want to miss that.  I don’t blame Mum, she is only doing what’s best for me, and the big needle thing didn’t hurt at all.  I still don’t like the Evil Cat Carrier though.

I’m all chilled out now, back on the sofa.

I know I look like I’m scowling, but that’s cos she’s pointing the flashy thing at me again.

At least I won’t have to go again for another year!  I will keep you posted on my dietary progress.

I’m a big fat ginger on a diet cat!