Good morning Bootsie:
He twines around my feet as I open the closet door, as if he is a morning glory vine, and I am the sun.
His meows are pitiful, sad, with “woe is me” twinges echoing through the hall. It’s a good thing that cats are no longer illegal in this condo, or we would be in trouble. His meows are loud, and lush, full throated warbling's better suited to a bird calling it’s mate.
But no birds are involved it’s just that someone opened the “magic door,” the door to the closet, that the Boo wishes he had the ability to open himself.
It’s where we keep the canned cat food, and his all time favourite, the reducing [all you can eat] diet dried food.
It’s not really all you can eat, he just thinks it is.
It is what it is:
How to resist? I know it’s not good, we portion, we reduce, we water down, he still begs, demands even more food. And at a can a day, plus a little bit of dried, we go through the 24 can case quickly.
So quickly that when I arrived at the vet’s office, and guiltily asked for another case, it was a case of raised eyebrows. Although nothing was said, I am sure they are thinking, hmmmm, going through that pretty fast aren’t you?
Well, [blushing], yes we are. But that’s OK, because now I have another source, a new supplier, one that will only see me every second time around.
Like you will from now on.
So ha on you!
Figuring it out":
Overeaters not so anonymously has figured out how to wiggle out of the inevitable questions on why we are going through so many cans of cat food a month. In fact, if I can find a third supplier, I might just include them.
Of course the judgement will come when he goes in for his Annual Exam.
And if the perplexed vet wonders why Bootsie isn’t loosing any weight on the reducing diet that he prescribed. Or if he figures it out, I will just say, “it’s all my husband’s fault, he over feeds him still.”
Names of the innocent have been changed to protect their identity. No animals were overfed, or harmed in the making of this blog post.
Jen @ Muddy Boot Dreams