I'm off now to pick up The Pudster from the vet. He's having an eye removed, which will make him look even meaner than he already does. It ought to add to his cred with the rest of the local felines but probably won't. However he'll forever be my "one-eyed cat sleeping in a seafood store."
Our cat has been forced onto a Weightwatchers' programme by a fanatical vet... he spent half an hour preaching a sermon on the evils of obesity; not sure whether he meant to include humans as well as pets.....
So no more cans of gourmet tuna, crab and prawn for mr.cat. He looks like he wants to kill me when all he gets is a handful of weightwatchers' dry pellets. He weighed 8.2 kgs.- if he gets below 8 I'll be happy, but the vet wants us to aim at 7... ha, ha!
trimster wrote: Our cat has been forced onto a Weightwatchers' programme by a fanatical vet... he spent half an hour preaching a sermon on the evils of obesity; not sure whether he meant to include humans as well as pets.....
So no more cans of gourmet tuna, crab and prawn for mr.cat. He looks like he wants to kill me when all he gets is a handful of weightwatchers' dry pellets. He weighed 8.2 kgs.- if he gets below 8 I'll be happy, but the vet wants us to aim at 7... ha, ha! 8.2 kilos??? Crikey. That's a big cat, either that or somebody fobbed you off with a lynx or something like. Jingle cat is about 5.5 kilos, and we think he's quite big.
We'd like to be able to feed him dry food, but as gingivitis did for all his teeth, he can only now slurp up soft wet food, and even then we have to sometimes mash it up for him.
As for not letting them in the house, that pretty much defeats the purpose of having a pet. You may as well not bother. All you have is an animal that stalks around in your back garden distressing the wildlife.
Gerontophile wrote: Who does that cat picture remind you of? Someone (I wont say 'famous') in the public eye?
It looks a bit like Piers Morgan to me, the poor creature. (The cat, not the cunt.)
What is it about cats that makes people so bloody soppy about them?
I can't understand it, either. The last time I had anything to do with a cat – I was in my neighbour's flat and the moggie was clambering around near to where I was sitting, so I felt obliged to pay attention to it -, it bit me on the inner thigh, just a hair's breadth from my bollocks. I can't get soppy about creatures who do things like that.
(There's very possibly a ball waiting to be tapped into an empty net here, I feel.)
Wellington gets veal in his regular selection, which can't be that posh, it's about 16p a sachet from Lidl. Veal! I mean I know when they say "veal" it's the bits that get scraped off the floor after they've sent all the decent cuts to the restaurants, but even so.
8.5 kg?! What Sean said. Hobbes weighs 4.5 and the sexy vet says that he is just right, but he is a little small compared to some of the fat bastards that invade his territory. My little angel. I wish I was with him right now.
A pal of mine (let’s call him Chris), who has been an on/off housemate over the years, is allergic to cats. Not that this stopped his mam and stepdad from having them over the years, mind. I remember our neighbour once chatting to me as I gave this neighbour’s cat a bit of a pet and mentioning that the cat sometimes tried to get in our house, but I wouldn’t let him, due to Chris’s delicate constitution and the neighbour remarked that he thought Chris had grown up with cats and gave me quite a look when I confirmed that he had.
But then Chris is also a terrible arachnophobe, and had a moment of clarity a few years ago when visiting his mother – his Auntie Carol was there too and his mam came over to him giggling, “remember that time when you were a baby and me and your Auntie Carol put that spider in your cot and you started crying and screaming?” Chris didn’t remember, but later after a course of hypnosis…
Bloody cats and their food. I've got one that's getting on a bit and it's very difficult to get him to eat anything. He's only 2.9kg. He went off the dried stuff a year or so ago and now licks the 'gravy' off the wet food and leaves the actual 'meat'. Have tried a lot of things in desperation; tuna, baby food, even some old tin of foie gras I found - yeah I know - but the best strategy seems to be to to serve a little and often and to keep swapping the brands.
Couple of serious points.
All cat foods are not made equal. Look on the back for the % of meat/fish they contain. Some of that premo looking stuff is still only 4% same as the Felix and Whiskers. Some are 60-80% meat.
Also give your cat senior food if it's older than 7. I never thought there was any real difference in the food and apparently damaged my cats kidneys.
I'm sure you've thought of this but are his teeth/mouth OK? I ask because Hobbes was being very fussy and it turned out he had a small abscess on his lip.
Sean of the Shed wrote: trimster wrote: Our cat has been forced onto a Weightwatchers' programme by a fanatical vet... he spent half an hour preaching a sermon on the evils of obesity; not sure whether he meant to include humans as well as pets.....
So no more cans of gourmet tuna, crab and prawn for mr.cat. He looks like he wants to kill me when all he gets is a handful of weightwatchers' dry pellets. He weighed 8.2 kgs.- if he gets below 8 I'll be happy, but the vet wants us to aim at 7... ha, ha! 8.2 kilos??? Crikey. That's a big cat, either that or somebody fobbed you off with a lynx or something like. Jingle cat is about 5.5 kilos, and we think he's quite big.
We'd like to be able to feed him dry food, but as gingivitis did for all his teeth, he can only now slurp up soft wet food, and even then we have to sometimes mash it up for him.
As for not letting them in the house, that pretty much defeats the purpose of having a pet. You may as well not bother. All you have is an animal that stalks around in your back garden distressing the wildlife.
He doesn't look obese.... he's just a solid, big-boned cat. He's still agile, climbing trees, killing rats, etc.
The big, crunchy dry cat bits are actually good for their teeth- that's why I am reluctant to cut them out completely. The little weight-watchers' bits are pathetic, they are about the size of a grain of rice- they probably just suck them straight down without crunching....
Trout in jelly with spinach. When did cats ever like spinach? Not even Popeye's cat would have eaten spinach.
For some reason this has made me giggle uncontrollably for about 15 minutes. Still, the rest of the opening post and thread (AB, TT and the otehr righteous brotehrs aside) is obviously a sign of the impending apocalypse.
Anyway the solution, if you insist on treating animals like people, is to just let them starve themselves to death if they won't eat what you give them, sort of like a child who won't eat his greens. Don't let him come down from the table or have any nice pudding until he/she ieast it, figuratively speaking, and if he starts bringing dead animals into the house, lock it out.
If your cat then fucks off because it doesn't like what you're providing it, GOOD. Thenm you'll realise the bloody thing doesn't give a fuck about you, and is only interested in what you can do for it.