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Diary of a Full-Figured Girl

There's a little less of me to love!

Last weekend, my foster parents took me back to the MaxFund for a weigh-in. I've lost more than a pound in the last 6 weeks! I'd started at about 17.25 pounds, and now, I'm about 16 pounds! I am very pleased about my weight loss, because it's not easy! I'm looking forward to regaining my svelte figure.

I also got a nail trim from that nice Dr. Lin. I sat on her lap and calmly let her trim each one of my multitude of toenails! She discovered that I am more than an ordinary polydactyl. I seem to have LOTS of extra toes.

I am enjoying my foster home. Sometimes foster dad carries me downstairs, where the family likes to hang out. I get a little nervous being outside my upstairs domain, but I don't mind as long as I'm in a human's lap. I can sit in a lap for hours and hours!

I'm such a mellow and loving and easygoing girl. I'm a bit surprised that I haven't been found by my forever family yet. I know you're out there somewhere!

Doing well!

Well, I've been in this house a few days and am starting to reveal what a wonderful cat I am. I pretty much purrrr anytime my foster humans come into my room. I circle them, head-butt for petting, and even give them kisses!

The humans are baffled about why I weigh so much when I eat so little! I wasn't too crazy about the Tiki Cat Bora Bora Luau they gave me this morning. They were surprised when I enjoyed the more downscale Fancy Feast I got for dinner!

An open door policy has been in effect for the last day or two. I haven't really ventured past the safety and comfort of my room, but I've been pretty mellow about the occasional visiting dog or cat.

Today the humans got me a COOL catnip mat! I rolled around on it and greatly enjoyed myself!

Please allow me to introduce myself....

Hello! My name is Bella, and I'm a 10-year old dilute Calico. I seem to have fallen on some hard times lately. After 10 years as part of a duo of loving cats, I was ripped away from my home. Why? Well, my human said she had moved to a place that allows only one cat. I don't understand. Why couldn't she have found a place that allowed two cats? Why was I chosen to become homeless? I'm very heartbroken over the loss of my family and home.

One good thing is that the wonderful MaxFund No-Kill Shelter took me in. At any other shelter, my future would have been in grave doubt. MaxFund's policy, though, is to give me a place to stay until I find my new forever home, no matter how long that takes.

Another good thing is that I quickly found a foster family. I have been at the Rog-and-Tami spa since February 25, 2010. I have my own lovely room! That's a good thing, because there are DOGS here! I'm not sure how I feel about them. And another CAT! His name is Knuckles. Like me, he's a polydactyl, but he actually has way more extra toes than I have!

As you can see from my photos, I'm a bit, well, Rubenesque. Or zaftig. Or curvaceous. Or full-figured. Or fluffy ( as one of my foster mom's friends said) -- I like that! I weigh about 20 pounds, probably double the weight I should be. My foster daddy is trying to communicate with me to learn how I ended up this way. I was free-fed, and that may be one cause. But there may have been other issues going on. Foster dad says he is looking forward to learning my story.

So I'm on a diet, but I don't give any indications of being a chowhound, er, chowcat! My first day here, I had some Weruva chicken. I tired of that by day 2, and declined everything that foster dad offered. Mom came in with some Tiki Cat tuna & rice, though, and that was yummy! I only had about 100 calories yesterday, and that really isn't enough, even for a kitty on a weight reduction plan. Today, mom and dad say they'll try to get me to eat twice that amount. Sounds good to me!!