A few weeks ago, Toby went to see the vet, to get all his shots updated. I wanted to make sure he was weighed, and I was really excited to see what progress we'd made with getting his weight under control the last few months. However, to our shock and dismay, he had gained two pounds, and was heavier than when I got him. The vet gave us a little proverbial slap on the hand, told us to get his weight under control, and off we went.
We got home, and trying my best to be a responsible pet owner, I immediately went to work on cutting back his food. We tried 1/4 cup three times a day, but boy, he did not like that, and he let me know it. After a consult with awesome sister-in-law #1, I've settled in at 1/3 cup in the morning and before bedtime, and 1/4 for a later afternoon snack. He's done a little better on that regimen, but boy, has he been one unhappy kitty ever since. He stands at his empty bowl whining, and has even been known to whine at my door loud enough to wake me during the night.
I saw this meme the other day, and thought it was a perfect representation of the state of things around the Holladay Inn lately. I've got to say that he's got the pathetic whimper, and sad eyes down pat.
We got home, and trying my best to be a responsible pet owner, I immediately went to work on cutting back his food. We tried 1/4 cup three times a day, but boy, he did not like that, and he let me know it. After a consult with awesome sister-in-law #1, I've settled in at 1/3 cup in the morning and before bedtime, and 1/4 for a later afternoon snack. He's done a little better on that regimen, but boy, has he been one unhappy kitty ever since. He stands at his empty bowl whining, and has even been known to whine at my door loud enough to wake me during the night.
I saw this meme the other day, and thought it was a perfect representation of the state of things around the Holladay Inn lately. I've got to say that he's got the pathetic whimper, and sad eyes down pat.
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