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If anyone tells you that it is possible to quietly refill a cat’s treaty jar they are lying to you.

Flat out lying!

Tommy and Sammy Taking a Snooze

Tommy needs to lose some weight. He isn’t happy with the food reduction so I thought perhaps some exercise would help make this go faster for him. (and me).

I put him on the treadmill and of course when I turned it on he went flying across the room. I then put him on the exercise bike but his little feet couldn’t reach the pedals. I then tried to get him to lift weights but he just put his head on them and fell asleep.
I was out of ideas and heck it was breakfast time so stood up to feed him. He raced down the hall. I then sat down. He raced back to me. I stood up again and he raced down the hall. I sat back down again. I did this about 20 times until he got his heart rate up. Needless to say I was thrilled with this newly discovered exercise plan. For dinner we will shoot for 40 times.

He got an excellent workout.
Sammy of course thought this was hysterical and called Tommy and idiot but thanked him for the entertainment

Tommy is overweight and I have reduced his intake of food. I would feed him and Sammy in the morning. Sammy is able to stop eating when he is full. Tommy will finish up his food then go over and snarf up Sammy’s leftovers. Sometimes he finishes early and hovers over Sammy to the point where Sammy will look over and then just leave as he doesn’t like Tommy glaring at him with this, ‘you gonna finish that?’ look. I have had to watch over them and move Tommy when he starts to do that. He will meow at me the entire time when I move him.

This morning I cut out a portion of the food I feed them. Sammy is happy with it.

Tommy has been yammering at me all morning telling me that he is starving. I have reassured him that he won’t die of malnutrition.

He doesn’t believe me and looks at me as if I am the worse Daddy in the world.

I have reminded him that when he was rescued by the cat shelter he was on death row.

The little smart ass told me that when he was on death row at least he was fed a decent meal.

I wonder where he gets the attitude?

So I decided that I would like to be a boy toy and then promptly jumped into bed for a nap. Sammy had other plans. He decided that I am a cat toy and proceeded to wake up me to entertain him. Little fucker.