It’s been a while since I last wrote, but as most of you know when trying to shift those pesky pounds, it can be a slow, long, laborious business. Mum took me to see the Stick Lady, Betrice, a few weeks ago. She weighed me and said I’d lost 300 grams – whatever that might be. Betrice hoped that I might have lost more than that, but I kept trying to show her how ferociously fluffy I am and tell her what incredibly big bones I have. She was having none of it, I can tell you.
Coincidentally, Denver’s Mum, Helen, wrote to tell Mum, that he’d had a check up at his Fit Pet Club and he’d gained 300 grams. Are you thinking what I’m thinking? I accidentally gave Denver my 300 grams?? If you remember, Denver reached his target weight a while back, so you see how easy it is to slide back.
Actually, as neither Denver nor I know what 300 grams looks like, we have no idea where it went or how it came back. And Denver and I are very alike in looks. Have you noticed that? Perhaps Mackerel Tabby Cats like us are prone to keeping their weight on – because of our extreme fluffiness - but the Stick Ladies that run the Fit Pet Clubs don’t tell you that, do they?
While I was on holiday, I was only fed twice a day and I was a shadow of my former self when I returned home. Mum was amazed and astonished and upset to see how thin I was. Gibbs, on the other paw, had porked out considerably in those four weeks that I spent in the hotel. I think he was eating for two, comfort eating, because he missed me.
All I know is that 300 grams seems to be the magic number because both Denver and me are stuck on it. One thing that has changed since I came back from holiday is that I seem to like playing a bit more. Mum bought some stinky catnip sardines from The Cat Gallery and I really love those. You can see my review of them here. Playing helps apparently. Mum throws a stinky sardine up and down the hallway and I run after it. Running isn’t something I would normally engage in so it’s a novelty at the moment. Sometimes, she’ll throw it up in the air a bit and I leap up to catch it. This is something I’ve NEVER done before, and even if I blow my own trumpet a bit here, I am quite good at it! I’ll jump up high even if I don’t need to. Mum always smiles when I do that. I think it shows off my fluffiness even more and my athletic prowess which neither of us knew I possessed.
The trouble is she can’t take any photos of me up in the air because she’s throwing the stinky sardine, so I haven’t got any evidence to show you how high I can jump. But trust me, it’s high. I nearly get a nosebleed at that altitude.
Hopefully, the next time I write, I will have lost more of those grams or pounds things. As I have no idea what they are, though, I can’t say for certain that I’ll be successful. Weight loss is bone of contention for many people, and as I’ve already told you – I do have rather big bones.
Till the next time
Casey – the aerobatic astronautical cat who can reach astronomical heights in the hallway!
xxx
Lead me down all the right paths,
Keep me from fleas, bees, and baths.
Let me in should it storm,
Keep me safe, fed, and warm.