Something has happened to the cats since Cricket’s illness. (She’s doing better, by the way.) We started feeding them Iams instead of their weird mix of bladder-health food, and they switched roles.
In this house, Pfennig has always been fat and stupid pretty, while Cricket has been thinner and meaner. (They have strange dangly pooches on their bellies, but that’s beside the point.) Now, however, Pfennig is scrawny like an old granny and Cricket is hefty, hefty cinch sack. They weigh 7 and 10 pounds, respectively, but at least Cricket isn’t as bad as this. The odd thing is that they eat exactly the same, rationed amount. What’s up with that?
The most interesting part of this whole transformation is that Lloyd is much, much nicer to Pfennig. When she jumps up by him while he’s reading, he snuggles with her. “I don’t like her, I just feel sorry for her,” is his defense.
Great, I just lost half an hour of my life surfing on YouTube after looking for this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UVUthuJDo7c
This is actually cousin Rachel on Sam’s computer -- I think, after seeing the sly smile on Pfennig, that she has been planning this for some time. Her triumphant smile in the latter picutre confirms my suspicions. Be careful Cricket I am sure there is another plot brewing…
You know that strange pootch? My cat has that too. I was thinking it was from getting them fixed.
Hey, that link has my bowls being advertised? How weird.
So has Cricket gotten any nicer since she’s gotten fatter? Mean & fat is a scary combo.
Still fat and mean. She’ll let you pet you for a second, then she’ll bite. We think she’s sizing up the hand to see where the softest part is.
It is also my Sister’s birthday today. Why not head over to her site and wish her a happy birthday?
I see the law of conservation of mass is alive and well.