Today it’s all about cats — actually just Hazel.
I am so proud of
myself her. At her last vet visit in October she weighed just under 18 pounds. She’s not a big cat, structure wise. If she were a person she would have been considered morbidly obese.
That was then. Now she weighs 15 pounds. Woo hoo!
We came home and had the hard conversation. Slowly, ever so slowly, we started to cut back. She lost a half pound in a week. That’s a lot for a cat.
She wasn’t happy. She was hungry. *Insert big pouty eyes here*
She is the master of cleaning up all the food in the house. When you have four cats, it’s hard to regulate who eats what.
If one cat doesn’t finish because they have to pee or powder their whiskers, you pick up the dish and put it out of reach or Hazel will take care of it.
If a crumb falls off a plate, Hazel takes care of it.
If someone doesn’t like the flavor they got, Hazel takes care of it.
She even checks under the dining table to be sure there are no “human” crumbs.
There isn’t anything edible that Hazel doesn’t like and it showed. I don’t want her to end up diabetic or with other weight-related illnesses. This time I meant business. (The real question is would I be strong enough…)
It’s so hard to deny a pet anything. They have those big pleading eyes. I am a softie but this time I was firm.
When she was hungry, I would distract her. She’s not much for playing but she will bat her feather around as long as she doesn’t have to move her body. (I can relate to that kind of exercise!) We called it paw exercise.
Sometimes I give her extra attention and comb her which she both loves and hates at the same time. (Hey, she’s a cat. Don’t even try to figure it out!)
After losing a pound or so, her gait changed. She started to climb the cat tower. She can’t jump up onto the highboy dresser where we keep the dry food for two of the cats but she can climb the cat tower. She gets kibble for that.
Climbing was slow. At first it was only the first or second tier. Now she can climb to the top and gives Morgan a run for queen of the tower.
Since the end of October she has lost 2.8 pounds. It’s very slow now and her plateaus can last a month but as long as she’s not gaining, I’m happy.
As for Hazel, I don’t know. She would prefer to eat as much as she wants but her life is different. She is much more active. She chases Morgan; climbs most places; and feels better. At least I think so.
Here she is today. She’s still large but she can model for the chubby cat catalog. Plus sizes! I’ve sent her photo to Drs. Foster and Smith and Petco. A new career!