I'm back like Chuckie and i'm lean like Cuisine. No seriously, I've dropped real poundage. Part of it was the starvation diet I was put on by mom's fellow when she went on vacation and the other part is my new food. I mean it's still food and good and hard and pebbly but it no longer tastes like crack. I'd like my crack back but this new food seems to have real meat in it, like farm meat. Mom says she even bought it from a man that used to own a farm or looks like he did. Whatever, it tastes like health mixed with nutrition and I'm suffering from withdrawals. Give me the old stuff that cats dance for and meow about on the telly. Not like we have a telly...that's another problem.
My new figure is not a problem at all only the hanging skin his. Mom has offered a belt but it doesn't really do the job and it pinches. I would post a pic of this fashion faux-pas but I'm a bit camera shy. Here's one mom caught by tricking me with a treat.
Meow.
