So today, I had to go to the vet with my owner. She stood and looked at her feet while the vet shouted at her (nicely) about quite how fat I am. Now, I'm a good looking boy, 3 years old, ginger with a white bib and socks. But.
So the last time I went to see the vet I had to get my toe amputated.
The time before that it was something a bit more personal that I won't go into.
I'll also leave out the bit about the year before when I fell out the bedroom window (it's on the second floor). Or the time when the bee stung my paw and then I tried to eat it. The bee, not my paw.
Anyway.
The lady vet was very mad at KT (my owner) and I don't think KT was too pleased as she would consider herself a good pet owner. And the other pets in my house! Sammo 'the drooling fool' Boxer dog and Mr. Spock 'I can eat what I want and still look like a supermodel' cat. OK, I'll fess up here, it was ME who ate all the food leaving him a little rickle of bones, mwah ha ha ha haaaa.
But enough about all that.
This is just to say that I am very bored as I have to go on a d-i-e-t as I currently weigh 7kg when I should be 5.
So I'll check in and let you know how I'm getting on with my two tiny servings of food a day instead of the 'eat all you like buffet' that is usually on offer in my house.
Bram.