Last night, Ken and I were sitting on the couch in the living room. It was such a nice evening that we had the patio door open. I was just moving Tuck over to the window to see a bunny when a woman and her mangy little dog walked by. She saw me at the window and said to her dog, "Look at the fat kitty!" I was insulted. Ken laughed. Yes, Tuck is big boned. Yes, Tuck was pooh-poohed at the vet the last time he went for being a little heavier than he was the last time he was there. I think I should have opened the door and let "fat kitty" eat her little dog.Friday, August 31, 2007
Fat Kitty?
Last night, Ken and I were sitting on the couch in the living room. It was such a nice evening that we had the patio door open. I was just moving Tuck over to the window to see a bunny when a woman and her mangy little dog walked by. She saw me at the window and said to her dog, "Look at the fat kitty!" I was insulted. Ken laughed. Yes, Tuck is big boned. Yes, Tuck was pooh-poohed at the vet the last time he went for being a little heavier than he was the last time he was there. I think I should have opened the door and let "fat kitty" eat her little dog.
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Tucker is simply fluffy. He is not a delicate hot-house flower, but a sturdy Iowa farm cat. Tybalt is now down to his fighting weight, much to his dismay, due to our automatic feeder. You may look into investing in one if people's rude comments continue...
Fluffy, he sure is. But there is a need for an automated feeder. Perhaps someday we'll get one. I keep trying to get Ken to fashion one.
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