My sweetest more adorable Iza-Lambie: Don't you lose a single OUNCE of your beautiful self! I count on the silken softness of your beautiful tum to get me through the ups and downs of living with She Who Shall Not Be Named! And I think it took every single molecule of you to compose that astonishing poem! I am going to put it on my bloggy tomorrow when the Human gets home from work, because I think efurryone should read it! I mean, you won a CONTEST!!! XOXOXO, Spittikins
To heck with losing any of that floofy goodness! You need it as an insulation against possible future illnesses, right? Especially if silly TBT thinks you're getting older. Hrrmph, two insults to such a pretty lady as you; remarks about weight and age should be relegated to the litter box and not recalled!
Just do some fun zoomies! Those are more fun...and if there is a mousie to snatch at the end of the zooming trail, then all the better!! Ask TBT to put down a mouse or two...then you and your furblings can have a contest to see who can chase mousie the furthest, and who can catch it the quickest, etc...or a burdie in your den...then you can even do jumping jacks to catch it mid air!!! Hey we think we are on to something...
18 comments:
MOL! At least you're trying.
I think it's 7.
7? Oh Bast, I'll do 8. Up down, up down...
Ooooh Iza. I'm not 100% sure but I think - I think, it might be more like 60, not 6. Sorry.
Megan
Sydney, Australia
60 is just 6 and 0 right? I did 6 and none (barely). ~ IZA
Go, Iza, go! We think 6 sounds good, certainly no more than 7.
Iza, we think you're purrfect just the way you are. No need for diet or exercise.
I think the scale at the vets is wrong, you look like the perfect weight to me.
Actually I would start out with 3, you don't want to over do it!
Or you could just take a nap and dream of exercise ... surely that counts too, right?
Yeah, we agree... Three at most. You need to build up slowly with this stuff, yanno?
Ewww... exercise. Now a good nap is in order. To recover.
O que há com esses veterinários, eles não tem outra coisa
para fazer a não ser dizer que nós gatos estamos acima do peso?
Violeta
My sweetest more adorable Iza-Lambie: Don't you lose a single OUNCE of your beautiful self! I count on the silken softness of your beautiful tum to get me through the ups and downs of living with She Who Shall Not Be Named! And I think it took every single molecule of you to compose that astonishing poem! I am going to put it on my bloggy tomorrow when the Human gets home from work, because I think efurryone should read it! I mean, you won a CONTEST!!! XOXOXO, Spittikins
To heck with losing any of that floofy goodness! You need it as an insulation against possible future illnesses, right? Especially if silly TBT thinks you're getting older. Hrrmph, two insults to such a pretty lady as you; remarks about weight and age should be relegated to the litter box and not recalled!
Scales are liars. At least, it's what Claire always says... Purrs
Scales never tell the truth. ASK MOM.
Just do some fun zoomies! Those are more fun...and if there is a mousie to snatch at the end of the zooming trail, then all the better!! Ask TBT to put down a mouse or two...then you and your furblings can have a contest to see who can chase mousie the furthest, and who can catch it the quickest, etc...or a burdie in your den...then you can even do jumping jacks to catch it mid air!!! Hey we think we are on to something...
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