Monday, June 01, 2009
We went to the vet over the weekend. By "we" I mean me carrying two fat ass cats in one carrier. B met me there and I immediately told him "these two need to lose some weight." Apparently, only one does.
Chester, my friend, you are FAT. The vet says he has gained a half a pound according to the scale, immediately after she had pet him and declared "you are a BIG boy". B tried to claim he was solid. Oh he is solid all right, 18.5 pounds of solid.
18.5 pounds. Did you read that?
That is not even his highest weight. His highest was something like 19.8 and we had to put him on a diet. We may have to try that again, although it is hard to regulate food when you have two cats.
Meanwhile, Mooch is holding tight at 11 pounds.
You know what that means? I was carrying almost 30 lbs of cat. 29.5 to be exact.
You may not believe Chester is so "curvy" if you haven't met him in person, but the next best thing is some pictures, so here you go:
He looks so rough in those last two. Poor Chester. The vet also said that he was a handsome poor while peering into his face, and she is right. He may be solid, he may need a diet, but he is a handsome boy!
In other news...do you know how difficult it is to wrangle two cats into one carrier, especially when one has all of his claws? Luckily I outsmarted them and shut every door upstairs. Just me, the cats and the hallway. You can run, but you cannot hide. Literally.