By a cat.
Might as well write a little.
I came downstairs to wash the dinner dishes, take my meds, and get a glass of water. I sat down at my desk to do a little surfing before I went back upstairs and Sparky climbed into my lap.
I'm stuck here.
The cat weighs like seventeen pounds and that's not when he's being a cat of incredible heaviness like he is right now.
I did put him on a diet again, which I think is very brave of me considering that the last diet made him so grouchy he bit me. This time, instead of following the vet's advice to switch them over to mostly canned food, I just got "light" cat food which I mix with their regular food. They are getting more food, but less fat. Thus far, the only difference I've noticed is super silky coats from the brewer's yeast in the light food. Sleek, silky, non-grouchy kitties are fine with me; I don't even care if they don't lose weight.
Oh, Oz came into the office and sat down at his computer. Ruined everything for Sparky and now my lap is catless.
197 words | March 8, 2007 10:18 PM | Felis Major