Well, I can’t help the feeding part, because that’s up to Mom- but I know from watching Mom that losing weight is more than just eating less. It’s about eating well- (foods that are healthy). But one thing Mom says is you have to exercise too. You can’t just be a couch cat (like Sushi) and expect to lose weight.
The Can Opener tries to get her to play to make her get some exercise, but she just isn’t interested in the dangly thing -(unless the human is using it to play with me)- and my Can Opener has been searching all day for ways to help Sushi start moving so she can lose weight. She’s looked for toys that slow down her eating and supplements, and she’s read articles, and Sushi just wants to lay on a nice, warm nap all day and sleep- (Not that that’s a bad idea).
This morning she was all cuddled up on the end of the bed while the Can Opener was waking up with her coffee, having her devotion, and I decided I’d help Mom motivate her to play. But it didn’t have quite the effect I planned. See for yourself!
Well, she sure is grumpy! I think I’ll leave this problem to the Can Opener, and I’ll go look for another playmate. That one’s got no sense of humor at all!
And I remembered the Vet wanted me on a diet. I thought I was on a diet. A very nice one, actually- food on demand (MY demand). Treats several times a day just because I’m cute. And because the critters come over and beg to feed me treats -(they’re my secret agents). The diet I was on was very satisfying. High protein dry food with all the good stuff- a variety of very expensive tiny cans of deliciousness- and a few hundred treats a day.
I didn’t see anything wrong with it. So imagine my surprise this morning when I didn’t get the usual amount of food in my dish, and I wasn’t offered my morning appetizer of treats… I looked at the human for clues- and she reminded me the vet said I had to go on a diet.
I kept trying to reason with her, but she had made up her mind. So I gave her a stern warning, and we’ll see tomorrow if she gets to keep her job.
More tomorrow. For now, it’s not looking good for her.
Good Morning. Or should I say, “Mourning?” After all, it is MONDAY again.
Sushi’s about to come into the room and claim my Can Opener’s lap again, so I’m going to hunt down my mama and then go duck hunting by the stream. Just knowing that Sushi’s going to hog my human for the next hour puts me in a grumpy mood, so I looked up some other felines who are in a grumpy mood and they brightened my morning. Maybe they’ll brighten yours a little too.
I hope all you cat moms out there (Human and feline) had a great Mother’s day. Every Mother deserves to be recognized and rewarded for their efforts in caring for their little ones (human or feline). No one realizes how hard they work – unless they are Moms themselves. Purrs to all you Moms!
Sushi was sound asleep in the bedroom where she had been for hours while I used my time constructively to shred the toilet paper, shed fur on the pile of clean laundry, knock a few things down from the top of the desk, and zip past the water dish just close enough to tip it over and I was so proud of myself for my hard work.
So I went to the living room to ask the human for a treat or two – (or a bag). The human is a sucker for my blue eyes, so she always gives me treats. But then as soon as she picked up the bag, a walking boulder came out of the bedroom and started not so politely demanding that she get treats first.
The Can Opener had already given Sushi her share of treats- but I take my time with mine, while Sushi gobbles up whole handfuls at a time, so she gobbled all hers up and had eaten them all before I ate half of mine. Then she kept inching her way over to finish mine for me.
Lucky for me, the Can Opener picked Sushi up and moved her to the couch so I could eat my treats in peace. No wonder her back hurts.
But before she could get her pout going, she fell asleep. “Hey, Mom- how about sneaking me some more treats, since she’s asleep?”
Sushi sleeps more than any cat I’ve ever seen. Seriously. She wakes up, stretches, eats, stretches again, gets snuggles then sleeps some more. A couple of hours later she wakes up and starts it all over again.
I have to say, when I asked her why she never plays or hunts (anything harder to catch than a spider), she explained to me that she’s not really sleeping all that time. She’s employed.
Yep. She’s an Undercover Cat Career Coach. Go figure. She won’t tell me how she gets paid- although by the looks of her, I figure if they pay her in food, she gets paid a flipping fortune.
But she did furnish me with pictures of her performing her various duties. Here’s a few of them:
1.) Blanket Tester.
2.) Upholstery Tester.
4.) Lap Pillow Tester.
5.) Lawn Work Snoopervisor
Geez, with all that “work,” no wonder she never wants to play!
Sheba has always been a little strange. Okay, a lot strange. Just plain psycho. Her human has been at her wits’ end because of the four footed fleabag’s strange behavior. Her human buys her all kinds of wet and dry food, and she looks at it, takes one taste, then walks out and never touches the food that was bought for her. Instead, she prefers treats.
She knows where her human keeps them and will harass her until she gets them, leaving her food untouched. Yesterday, the Critters were here and our Can Opener and Sheba’s human, fixed up the whole backyard as a sort of playground for the Critters. They even brought out snacks and treats for them to munch on while our Can Opener and she visited and had coffee.
Sheba came out to see what all the commotion was about. She loves to chase the Tiny One and her sister and take over the swingset. She checked out the food that was set out for the Critters, and none of it was tuna or cat treats- so she growled at my human! Then Her human came out with watermelon for herself, and Sheba decided it was hers! She actually ate several pieces of her human’s watermelon -(but won’t eat cat food)!
The Critters got a kick out of seeing Sheba eat watermelon (right off her human’s fork)- but her poor human is at a loss for what to do for her. It seems all she will eat is treats – at her house- or sometimes tuna. But her human keeps buying different brands and types of wet and dry food only to give it away later because Sheba won’t eat it.
Our Can Opener suggested she should take her to the vet for a checkup- but Sheba doesn’t act sick. Just picky. And fussy. She zips all over the yard, runs up into the tops of trees and onto the roof like a race car driver, and chases the creatures – even following them and playing hide and seek when they take walks. But she won’t eat the food provided for her and she keeps her poor Mom up all night and won’t let her sleep -(demanding to go out or come back in constantly). I say Queen Sheba is just plain picky and spoiled- but the humans around here are really wondering what the heck is up with her. Any one got any ideas? Her poor human never gets a good night’s sleep anymore and is still recovering from surgery on her shoulder and taking her to the vet right now would be really hard to manage. I think Sheba needs therapy!
I even asked the big Critter about it and we agree!
What do you think? A vet, a treat addiction program or a therapist?