It’s official.
The vet has declared that both Mabel and
Charlie are overweight. I knew that Mabel was a big girl but, in comparison,
Charlie looks like a dot. Apparently she’s not.
It’s almost a year since we adopted them from the RSPCA and so
it was time for their annual jabs, or MOT as daughter calls it. We discovered
something about the girls even before we arrived at the vets. They miaow in
harmony. [They usually purr and brrrp at home.] Mabel, being the
larger cat, surprised us by having a higher pitched miaow to little Charlie who
has a thick, double-cream voice. We had to smile at them even though we knew
they weren’t happy girls.
Once at the vet’s they fell into a sullen silence. They must
have known what was about to happen. It wasn’t the flea check. They passed that
without a twitch and the heart check and neither of them noticed their jabs.
They weren’t even concerned about the news that they have a bit of tartar and
may need some dental treatment at some stage, but to be told that they must go
on diet was not what they wanted to hear. They do love their food.
Over the years I’ve had many cats, all rescue and usually with
delicate digestions and food fads as long as your tail. These girls are solid [according
to Mr Vet, Mabel is 5.75 kg and Charlie is 4.69 kg] and they’re almost always
hungry. I’ve bought a large bag of the light version of their usual dry food
and we’re slowly moving them over to it plus we’ve reduced their wet food, just
half a sachet each a day. They’re not happy. In fact, they’re furious. So I now
have a problem. How do I survive my cats’ new diet regime? Any kind-to-cats suggestions gratefully accepted.
