Fatty Kiddle-iddle'ey

People use to comment on how skinny the kitty was. He has an eating disorder, I'd explain. He can't eat too much. He's not that skinny, I'd protest.  (I was blind, I guess, to the truth.)

But he's been gaining weight since we got that automatic feeder.  Remember that?  I said I hoped he would get fat and become a brand new kitty.  And he has been gaining weight, developing a little swaying pouch of stomach fat.  When a friend stopped by a couple weeks ago and saw Loki for the first time he commented that he was a big kitty and Jeff loves teasing me about how fat he's become.  I do call out to him a sing-song voice "hey fatty fatty fat" now, but when Jeff suggested he couldn't jump up on the fridge anymore I disagreed.

Until last night, when he made a leap for the desk and didn't make it.  Embarrassed he retreated to the lower end of the bookcase.  Even though the tiny ledge can barely contain his girth.

Comments

[Eileen]

I laughed when I started reading this post because the page loaded and my eyes immediately went to the cat and I thought skinny! He really does look like a new cat. A happy cat.

The fact that my cats are pleasantly plump is good news for me: I can leave whatever I want on the kitchen counter overnight and I know it'll still be there in the morning.

[margosita]

Eileen, he is much happier. Much less anxious. A before and after success story!

[Jessie Carty]

I hate to laugh when my chubby youngest cat can't sit on the back of my office chair like the other cats but it is funny!