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He’s our loveable, lazy, grumpy but sweet, snugglebug who could never last more than five minutes in the wilds of suburbia. I mean, the poor baby cowers during thunderstorms and thinks the vacum cleaner is the devil. Predatory skills are not his forte. Just sayin’…
Anyhoos, we still love our little furbaby lots. Especially when he purrs right next to your face on Saturday mornings because he’s so happy you can finally sleep in.
Unfortunately, a recent trip to the vet gave Marshall the not-so-clean bill of health. Our little sumo kitteh, the vet declared, is obese. Yup, that’s right, obese! Turns out Marshall has been reading too many Garfield strips and consequently is now what the vet termed as “pre-diabetic.” I’m already bitter that we have to start buying PRESCRIPTION CAT FOOD, so there’s no way in Hades I’m giving my cat two shots of insulin every day for the next 10-15 years of his life.
So Marshall has officially been put on a diet. Consequently, we’ve been seeing alot of this pissed off set of whiskers.
The vet said it will take a year or two to get him to lose the weight. In the meantime, to supplement his diet plan, Marshall will begin reading O magazine to determine the roots of his emotional eating and taking walks.
On a leash.
This should be interesting.