I’m not fat, I’m Ruebenesque…
And I’ll prove it by flopping in sun beams.
Jon took Lucy to the vet this morning for her booster shots and got the full on treatment from the nurse/vet because it turns out that she is obese. And we thought she was pleasantly round, like a furry doughnut.
So we have to feed the cats separately and certain times, keep Lucy away from Sophy’s kitten food at all costs and she goes on a special diet at the end of the week. She currently weighs 5.5kg and her target is 4.5kg.
Poor Jon got quite a grilling… ‘Do you understand why your cat is over weight?’ ‘Yes! we feed her but she eats the kittens food…’ Made us feel like those evil middle class working parents who don’t take the time to feed their kids properly, or so BBC news would have us think.
The reason Lucy is overweight is threefold. She started putting on weight after she was spayed, it is normal as their poor little metabolisms have been messed around, she eats Sophy’s nummy kitten food and lastly having had a cat that pretty much was wasting away due to hyperthyroidism I’ve been paranoid about the cats not being scrawny - its more for my own piece of mind. Of course the fact that lifting Lucy is like lifting a small child isn’t a good thing.
So we are going to have to be militant. They will be fed under observation until Sophy moves on to adult food and then they can eat the same, no-fat-cat food.
Already, though, Lucy is wandering around looking for a snack….