December 17th 2009 9:27 pm
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So today Mom took me and Sev to the vet for our insurance checkups. We're all good. Healthy as horses, whatever those are. But the vet lady squinched up her face when I got on the scale. I'm eight months old and I weigh nine pounds.
So what? My sibs wander away from their dishes in the morning, leaving perfectly good food behind. I'm a neatnik. I like clean plates. So I deal with it.
Tonight, Mom fed me and my sisfur, Onyx, on the floor and my three brothers on a table. My bros are kinda skinny. Me and my sisfur are not. We can't get to the top of that table, but it's probly 'cause we have short legs, not 'cause we have round tummies.
Bet my bros left a lot of good food up there. But I can't get to it. Now, is that fair?
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I hear ya! I was over 10 lbs at 8 months old and mommy was starting to make some comments about my tummy! I think we're just hungry, growing kittens!