I certainly could have eaten more of that pot roast last night, but my retainers, Bob and Ginny, are in cahoots with my vets, Drs. Melin and Schwab. They are constantly concerned that I am overweight. They plot. They even talk about my weight amongst themselves when I go to visit the vets. Whatever happened to confidentiality and patient rights?
Well, I am a big cat. I can, among other things, stand on my hind legs and watch while food is being prepared on the kitchen counter. I am a carnivore with a healthy appetite. Let’s take milk for example. Whole milk is a well-known meat and it is healthy for you. Builds strong cat bones. And it is good too.
Having more experience out in the wild than my vets or my retainers I can tell you what tastes good is also good for you. Consider vanilla ice cream. It is healthy and wild (especially when it comes with whipped cream). Clearly another natural food.
Well, except for an occasional taste on somebody’s birthday, Drs. Melin and Schwab don’t like my retainers to give me any of the good stuff.
But I suppose it is for the best. There is my athletic figure to consider. Once I was up to around 22 pounds and my flat, hard-as-a-rock tummy was a little hard to see.
So, I guess watching what I eat is for the best. A long time ago I lived outside for a while and you sure can keep your weight down when you have to chase after dinner. I was young and fit then. I was also hungry. Hunting is not all that it is cracked up to be. So, I found retainers skilled at hunting. How that happened is for another blog.
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