And We Call Him “Slim” – NOT!

Gotta love Vet appointments. Every owner knows the ordeal of getting the pets in their carriers, yet alone a dog or two through the front door of the Vets office. Once you get them through the doors, commence the the whining, the look of concern on their little faces and the pacing. The whole ordeal is just big fun I tell you.

This one didn’t have to go to the vets, she had the whole house to herself for a change.

Poor Stella received another shot in the heinnie and then we waited. Late last night we had success, this morning nothing, this evening nothing. Now we are waiting again.

The cry baby aka “Fat BOY”, cried all the way to the vets just like we knew he would. The cry baby weighed in at a whopping 21 lbs. This is why I call him “Fat Boy”. No, that is not his real name, it’s just what I call him. This handsome chubby boy is named Dexter.

Vet: “Guys – feral cats have to hunt 21 times a day in order to get 7 mice. I would like to see you get 10 bowls, portion out the food and take the bowls and hide them around the house and make him work for it.” – “He is the equivalent of a 300 pound human”.

Yeah, we were a little shocked ourselves at the comparison.

Now Fat Boy’s sister is a petite 11 lb little girl. She is much braver than him, she is not a glutton like him and she enjoys tearing through the house every morning doing her kitty workout. The sister, no problems, she’s in perfect health.

So what is an owner to do. Well, I went to the store and checked out the kitty toy department. Kitty toys must be monitored due to Stella the toy thief. Stella believes that all toys are hers, even if it’s a cat toy – she does not discriminate in such matters when it comes to toys.

I found a mouse on a string – perfect. Fat Boy had a good 20 minute workout. His sister was more interested in the string than the mouse – why am I not surprised? This is the cat who will play in a plastic shopping bag if you let her.

Fat Boy’s new best friend.

The goal is to get Fat Boy to lose 5 pounds in 6 months. The whole entire time we were discussing Fat Boys weight issues, I was thinking of the show “Biggest Loser”. I wonder if they would accept a cat as a contender? This boy needs to learn that eating and sleeping in front of the window are not the only things in life.


3 Responses to “And We Call Him “Slim” – NOT!”

  1. 1 modernemama April 30, 2009 at 9:52 AM

    I have no idea how to solve this problem, one “perfect” weight dog and one who needs to lose 10lb. Looking forward to my annual scolding/pat on the back from the vet….

  2. 2 Michele April 30, 2009 at 5:02 PM

    LOL…Like I said what is an owner to do. I must admit however, that in poor Fat Boy’s defense he was a chubby, fat baby. When we were bottle feeding them he would wrap his paws around that baby bottle and not let go until he drained the last drop. It was the prelude of things to come.

  3. 3 the husband May 1, 2009 at 9:15 AM

    Toy Mouse Disclaimer:

    use of this device ALONG WITH proper diet AND exercise may yield intended results. Intended results may not be typical.

    Me? I think it’s genetic.
    The boy has fat genes.

    He’s “big-boned”

    “Husky”, even.

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