Yesterday I wrote all about Sphynxy’s vet trip and forgot to mention what we did about his itchiness. He got a nice cortisol shot and a shiny, new germ-retardant food bowl.

And speaking of retardant - you know what’s really retardant in all this? During Dr. Fruitcake’s speech about animal nutrition, I’m thinking “This guy is a nut. My baby Sphynx only weighs 7lbs, and he’s overweight? My left buttcheek is probably more than 7lbs”. Then the indignation started in, and I thought “Who is this man to tell me how to raise my children?”

I went home and whipped up a 1/2 c of organic kibble for the kitties and steamer pot of veggies for me. The darling cats swooped into their bowl, ate reasonably and walked away. “Ah ha! Take that Dr. Frankenfurter, my cats know when to say ‘woah’”, I thought.

Just as I reached into the pot to pull out some steaming greens, a little gray furball went flying past. In one stealth move Sphynxy had targeted, and latched onto, a beautiful, plump greenbean. He promptly deposited the goods in his gullet. Belle, meanwhile, took the diversion as an opportunity to go dumpster diving in the sink and found a nice apple core for her snack.

And that’s why my cats are fat. *le sigh*.

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