Last fall Hazel went on another diet. She had a few bouts with diarrhea and lost 2 pounds quicker than normal. She was also put on a limited ingredients diet (sort of).
It’s hard to put any cat on a diet especially when you three other cats. They don’t like anything that’s good for them or expensive. I spent lots of money trying to get Gracie to eat anything when she first came here.
The good thing about Hazel is she loves to eat so she will nosh things that aren’t her favorite (although she will let you know it!). We got into a truce. In the morning she gets the healthy stuff and in the evening she gets a smaller portion of something she likes.
I keep the other cats’ food on a counter that Hazel couldn’t jump up on (because of her size). Then she could. At first she didn’t always make it. Now she can do it easily. Still, she prefers her own food first.
Cats are crepuscular. They hunt (and are primarily active) at dawn and dusk. I am not. The cats are fed when I get up (which does not coincide with dawn) and around dinnertime which may or may not coincide with dusk. They adjust.
Hazel started to enjoy noshing on the bowl of kibble on the counter around 4 a.m. I’d wake up to find the bowl almost empty. I started putting the bowl in a cabinet over night. This was a big deal for the other three cats (and they let me know it) as they missed their 4 a.m. snack.
That worked for two nights. Then Hazel started to nosh the kibble before I went to bed (and put the kibble away). She could jump up quietly so no one knew but her trip down to the floor was a big thump.
For the most part I’m not too concerned. It’s not a lot of kibble although she shouldn’t eat dry food at all. That would be like telling me I can’t eat potato chips. Not gonna happen.
As long as she can maintain her slightly chunky weight of 14 pounds and doesn’t get the poops, I’m happy. (Especially about the poop part!) She’s happy and she tried to slam that red dot this week (her version of playing does not require movement of anything but her paw).
Hazel is a very quiet cat but she’s smart. Give her a puzzle and she’ll figure it out. Reminds me of my long-gone cat Magic. She could open door knobs and pushed out screens. She should have been named Houdini.
I’m still monitoring her weight but with little expectation of seeing it go down lower. Hazel was born to be a big girl and I’d rather have her happy than skinny. The vet is ok with her weight so why shouldn’t I be ok too.
Hazel wishes you all a great weekend and suggests you treat yourself to something you love — banana split, chocolate cake, cookies — anything as long as it’s special for you. She will toast you with a mouthful of kibble when I’m not looking.