I'm supposed to be working on my Friday story, based on Delores's word challenge, but I've got nothing. Nothing. Zip. Zilch. Nada.
I've thought about it off and on most of the day, but nothing is 'gelling' for me.
I want to take the Rosa-Travis connection further. He's.............hmmm.
This morning Angel had a visit to the Vet for his annual vaccinations.
I'm pleased to report he is in excellent health, Angel that is, and I suppose the vet is too..
He did mention Angel is a long cat when he helped me drag him out of his carrier. First he didn't want to get in there, then he didn't want to get out.
(He's like a 5 year old who doesn't want a bath, an hour later he's still in there in freezing water playing battleships!)
Now for the bad news. The very nice young vet said he wouldn't want to see Angel gaining any more weight. He's a hefty boy, my Angel, but he doesn't eat all that much. I'll weigh him tonight and find out exactly how heavy he is.
Vet asked how much and how often, I give Angel half a tiny can of food each morning, the other half at night and dry food available all day. And all night. I just leave it there. Like everyone else I know.
I learned that the dry food is high in calories and I should remove it from temptation at once. Even though Angel appears not to be eating much of it, a new regime is required. The vet recommends the small can of food, (the whole can 85 grams) each morning, dry food at night and nothing else all day.
oh boy! Angel isn't going to like this one bit.
And I'm going to have to listen to the pitiful "don't you love me anymore" meowing.
Until he gets used to it.
Wonder how long that will take?