Overnight. Which was a shame, because that morning I’d hit the lowest weight since 1980.
Waa. But I think it’s only water weight. There was probably onion in the sauce and my fingers feel a little swollen.
Today we have a picnic at friends’ place. Then the annual lake cruise. 😉 I so look forward to that! We do not consider b’days as a single day—more like a week!
And Shu put on some weight, too. He came trotting through the house last night proudly carrying a treat packet. He was so cute he got some.
But this morning we found he’s been stashing another packet under the mudroom carpet, and had chewed his way into it, the little foodaholic! Seishi stays thin despite my best efforts to put a little more beef on him, and Shu is Neutron Cat…a major weight when you pick him up.
Extra salt will do it as well. It should just about float off.
This brief English literature course is interesting–at least amusing:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MSYw502dJNY&list=PL8dPuuaLjXtOeEc9ME62zTfqc0h6Pe8vb
“Whether an author intended a symbolic resonance to exist in her book is irrelevant. All that matters is whether it’s there, because the book does not exist for the benefit of the author. The book exists for the benefit of you. If we as readers can have a bigger and richer experience with the world as a result of reading a symbol and that symbol wasn’t intended by the author, we still win!”
That is, Han shot first.
I’ve got one like Shu — built like a linebacker, barrel chested with relatively short legs. Jaks (Maybe I should have named him Bubba?) is black, too, with white hairs that are longer than the black ones sprinkled at random through his coat, especially around his neck and shoulders, except the very tip of his tail is pure white. He probably weighs around 18 lbs. Thing is, I very rarely see him eat. He waits till the others have their turn at the trough, then when nobody’s looking, it’s vacuum time! But they say a cat is not fat if you can feel their ribs — I can feel his just fine from the flank side, but from the sternum side — uh, no. When he trots, his belly wattle flops from side to side. So funny. He’s a face rubber. If you show the slightest willingness to pet him, he’ll just go nuts and wipe his face (and nose) all over you. Then he stands with his back toward you expectantly — and I’m going, “I know who you are. Sit down.”
We call that the ‘pregnant goat tummy’; it was a feature of one of our previous cats. When we adopted Zorro, she was a waif. Now she probably weighs on the order of 12 pounds and we swear, has doubled in all dimensions. She is also a shameless beggar and will bound for the kitchen whenever one of us heads that way, regardless of how close it is to meal time. The outdoor kittehs also have grown, with the exception of Smartypants who should have been named Cassius for his lean and hungry look.
I was told the pendulous tum is a pro-survival adaptation related to the fact that muscles will stretch in real time. Skin won’t. The excess skin is a kind of “gusset” that allows the cat to gorge whenever it can as it gives the abdominal muscles plenty of room to stretch to accommodate the stomach.
When presented with a posterior to admire, I usually just blow at it from a good distance. Satisfies all the social conventions and everyone is happy.
Goober is always long and thin. Natural appetite control plus being the most non-assertive cat in the universe combine to give me a thin cat.
Smokey (a great deal like Eushu) is compact, short, and wants any food available. He’s sassy and assertive. He isn’t exactly fat, but not quite lean.
Smokey still will try to nose in on Goober’s food, and Goober, bless his pointed head, will fuss, meow, but I’ve never seen him whack Smokey for it. He’ll rarely whack Smokey period, even if he ought to.
Yet at times, I’ll find them together, side by side, for company. When I do, I praise them extra. (They’re spoiled rotten.)
I keep dry food out for them to snack on. They get moist once a day. I’m always concerned Smokey will get too much and Goober won’t get enough.
Ah…food packets stay in sealed containers, due to past experience. (Claw, shred, nom, nom, nom.)
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The holiday weight will come off easily, once you’re back on the diet. 🙂
The furry ones always look good, no matter the colors or the weight. One of our neighbours wears a beautful red coat and has at least seven kilos. Still he looks cute (much better than I with similar overweight). Certainly too much weight isn’t good for them but recently one of our ladies withered away till she left for the eternal catnip meadows a week ago. So, the cuddly ones for me, please.
Oh, so sorry to hear.