MasterB went to the vet last week for his annual check up. He also had a hole in his chin I wanted the vet to see. I don’t know if he recognised the street when I parked the car, but he was fantastically vocal as I carried him there, and quite the noisiest pet in the waiting area.
His vet was on holiday, so he saw the locum. Annual vaccinations were administered and his chin checked out. He got a shot of antibiotic too. The scales revealed he has put on nearly a kilo in a year. It has to go. I wouldn’t say he is a greedy cat at all, but maybe I am too generous with the biscuits.
Or rather I was. MasterB is getting used to the meanest amount of biscuits in his bowl, and I am being strict with his wetfood too. I am hoping that these measures, combined with al the running and jumping about in the garden he’s doing are going to return him to his former svelte state.
It seems to be making him tired anyway. He’s asleep beside me now, lying on his back, and very comfortable.
Nowe I just need to exercise some self-control myself and shed some pounds alongside him.