My cats are fat. The vet said so.
Specifically, Dash. He’s 18.5 lbs! I knew he was large & in charge but being 6 lbs overweight is not good for a kitty. Dot, as the vet said, is pleasant at 12.5 lbs but she could stand to drop 1 or 2 lbs. Apparently, Dash’s carb addiction has gotten the better of him. I feel for him. Grains are delicious.
And so, it’s come to this- we’re ALL on a diet. Or I should say, a lifestyle change.
It’s going to be interesting trying to change their eating habits. Dot really only eats dry food and she is a grazer. I’ll give her wet food and she’ll turn her nose up to it. If it’s not fresh from a just-opened-can, she wants nothing to do with it. If it’s not certain flavors, forget it, she wants none of it. She is very particular and by that I mean a total snob. Though she’s not met a sweater, dress hem or sock she didn’t like so go figure.
Dash on the other hand will interrupt eating his own plate of food to knock Dot out of the way to eat some of hers only to go back to his plate and finish up. OINK! And despite me leaving less and less dry food out, he seems to always be stopping by the bowl for a snack. From here on out- no eating between meals and no usurping his sister’s food.
The vet seemed to think that you can change a cat’s eating pattern in four days. I’m. . . not convinced but I’ll give it a whirl. This should be fun- a finicky cat and a piglet cat- yeah, easy peasy.
Meanwhile, I have been silently stewing about the next phase in my weight loss plan. I’ve got three weddings to attend this summer and if that’s not motivation to drop more weight, I don’t know what is. I am reassessing my goals and fitness plan. There will be a post devoted solely to that (sans mention of my cats, promise) soon. I’m having trouble on the motivation front still but ideas are brewing and I think I’m almost ready to kick start phase two. The self-flagellation part is getting really old.