So my cat is obese. Please see below.
Now, he can eat a box of Krispie Kremes in one sitting, devour a steak, and still have room for dessert. That cat doesn't play around when it comes to food!
I have realized lately that perhaps this isn't normal or healthy for a cat. I want him to live forever, as he is super snuggly and let's me dress him up, so we took him to the vet.
I kid you not our vet offers pet counseling. HA! Nutritional counseling for a cat?!
I get why he eats. Daddy deploys every other year. I do too. Not deploy, eat. Plus, he's a CAT. He likes it and it makes him happy. What the heck vet! First, I can only imagine what the sessions must be like. He has no problem sitting on the couch, but opening up, man, that's a different story. And how do you learn cat? Is it like a parent and a baby when the mom's know what the different cries mean? I am a crappy cat parent.
As I am going on and on about how I know want to become a cat whisper type person and explaning to the vet that she has to teach me everything she knows C informs me that it is impossible and that the counseling would be for us. Sigh. Another special moment as he likes to call it. Woops!