Hi everyone, Katie here.
Last week I had my weigh-in at the V-E-T. I've been trying to compose myself over the past few days before I recount my harrowing experience to you.
Despite the fact that Glogirly could already tell I'm light as a feather, she still insisted on trapping me in my carrier and transporting me to that horrible and evil place. She tried to justify her decision with some crazy talk of excessive hairballs. Hello? I'm a cat. A fastidious one at that...hairballs are part of the package.
Oh the smell.
And all those strangers, sweet-talking those unsuspecting cats, inappropriately touching them, pretending it's for their own good. How they can live with themselves is beyond me.
The vet tech had read my chart. She knew. She even had the armpit-length gloves at the ready. But I outsmarted her. If anyone was going to draw blood that day is was going to be ME. I made the first move and engaged her pasty, naked hand. Direct contact. Yes, there was blood.
Then the gloves came out.
Then the blanket.
I fought and fought and fought some more until
My low-carb, high-protein diet teamed with my daily Waffles workouts has FINALLY paid off. I've trimmed 10% of my body weight in just over 5 months and I'm now down to my optimum
As for the hairballs, I've got some tasty goo to add to my food for a couple of weeks. So far so good. But I'm telling you, if I feel one coming, I'm aiming at Waffles.
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