Fat Cat

Yesterday Mum and Dad took my sister, Alamo, to the vets. She had to get her rabies shot and while there, the vet said she had ear mites. My sister is kinda dirty and doesn't clean herself as well as I do. She had a very rough beginning and as her big brother, I have to take care of her. The vet also said that Alamo was getting fat and would need to diet. Mum and Dad were not completely surprised, but Mum made the mistake of telling the vet that Alamo was the 'light' cat at 17.2 lbs, and that her 'other' one was 20 lbs. Now, I'm on a diet too. We're not fat, we are just big-boned, but no one believes us.

The diet started Saturday night and I'm already miserable. I think Mum and Dad are mad at me because I was mean to Alamo. When Alamo came home, I walked up to her and she smelled different. So I hissed at her. And again, right in her face. She was pretty loopy from the shot and ignored me. I am fascinated by her though and kept approaching and hissing; she just wanted to sleep. I think deep down I knew she had earmites so I hissed to say, "Heeee, Bad earmites stay away!" I didn't want to hurt Alamo, I just wasn't sure she was my sister. Mom checked my ears too. As usual, mine are crystal clear. Mum says I'm a trooper when it comes to administering medicine, brushing, nail clipping etc. Alamo is not as easy to work with. She's a whiner. She fights the ear drops tooth and nail, but never uses either her teeth or her nails, which is a good thing.

My sister and I are getting along fine today but I'm super sensitive. I just want to follow Mum around all day. I might be big, but I've got feelings. Dad thinks I want attention because I want more food in my bowl. I reckon Dad is right.

I also think Mum and Dad are not happy with me because I've discovered something great. Although the old sofas in the family room are comfortable, it's cold down there. So I've started sleeping on the beautiful new red sofas in the living room. This is the life! I sleep on the loveseat and Alamo now sleeps on the other sofa. We sleep right in the middle, wedged in the crack between the cushions. We've ignored these sofas for over 6 months until this week. Mum got the vacuum out today and spent 30 minutes vacuuming our orange and gray locks. Then she put a less-than-attractive maroon towel on the sofas. I don't think she was happy to cover her nice pretty sofas. I don't know what the problem is? Why would she put anything in the house that Alamo and I can't use?

So the diet starts. We get fed once a day and a small snack in the morning.

Mum, If you are reading this, I know I'm bad sometimes. I'm sorry I hissed at Alamo and I'm sorry I broke your blue star trinket box from Tiffany's and your lamp last weekend. If I swear to never be bad again, will you put just Alamo on the diet? Remember Alamo and I were born in Texas, and everything is bigger in Texas.
Luv,
LoneStar