Gibbs and I were chatting the other day – just about feline stuff – when he suddenly announced that I was looking rather more ‘furrier’ around my middle. The word he used was ‘podgy’ – Moi! Grassouillet! Rondelet! ‘Ooo, doos ‘e theeenks ‘e iz to be calling moi such theeengs?’ Oh, sorry, I always lapse into French when I’m taken aback. I think reading ‘A Cat Called Dog’ by Jem Vanston has encouraged that artistic side of me – because I think Francois is awesome.
When I went upstairs a bit later to have my thinking time, I snuck into Mum’s bedroom and looked in her mirror. I tried to hold my stomach in but it was a struggle. I turned around and viewed all the angles – Gibbs definitely has a point, blast him. I am ‘furrier’ around my middle.
Mum is a bit ‘furrier’ around her middle, too. Some of you may remember me telling you a while back, that she went to a place for ladies (and men) that liked to wobble. The person that wobbled the most, managed to lose the most weight and they got a basket of things to eat to celebrate their ability to wobblyness. Sadly, Mum never managed to win the basket of things to eat because she was never able to wobble enough. She stopped going to Wobbly Wonders and the weight she had lost during the time she went there, slowly crept back up again.
Every day she gets on those scales and the numbers go up. She sighs, gives me a sad dejected look, and then puts the scales back under the bathroom sink till the next day, when she goes through it all again. In January (although that means nothing to us felines) we know that you humans like to make things called ‘New Year Resolutions’ and such like, Gibbs and I had a chat about how we could help Mum wobble a bit more. As she’s a writer, she spends a lot of her day at the computer and then when she’s not in the office writing stuff, she’s downstairs at the table reading through her manuscript for the book she’s writing. And then, after dinner, she sits on the sofa knitting while watching that box in the corner of the room.
Gibbs and I didn’t know if Mum realised that she was furrier so we took it in turns to jump on her lap and knead on her belly bits. Gosh, it’s wobbly. She did have the good grace to look embarrassed so we think she got the message.
We needed to come up with a cunning plan that would get her walking up and down the stairs several times a day and moving from one room to the other and less time sitting. This is where you come in: what ideas do you have to help your human wobble a bit more and lose that weight? Do write and let us know and we’ll try them out on Mum.
In the meantime, Mum has been trying to help me be less ‘Grassouillet’ or ‘Rondelet’. I’ll tell you about that next time, when we’ll tell you what we’ve been doing and whether it’s been successful or not.
Take care – hold in those stomachs!
Casey and Gibbs
Grassouillet = podgy, plump
Rondelet = rotund, chubby