Now, if you recall my story about Ibis, the scaredy cat, you would think that he must be a little bit of a thing, too afraid of everyone. Well, he’s not. He is almost 14 years old and weighs at least 17 pounds (the last weigh-in at the vet, and he’s probably gained more since then). The vet wanted me to put him on a diet. She said to feed him 1/2 cup of dry food a day. LOL! No way! The first day, I filled his bowl with 1/2 cup and in no time he was crying for more. All day long. That first night, I figured, okay, I’ll split it up. So, I gave him 1/4 cup to last through the night. Nope! He lay outside the bedroom door, and started mewing around 3 AM.
So, I try not to feed him too much, but he continues to get fatter and fatter. My son just came back from a month long trip with his cousins (my niece and her kids, who are closer to his age because I gave birth to him when I was 42). His older brother is 18 years older than him. Anyway, I digress and that’s a whole ‘nother story. So, when Patrick came back from his month-long trip (by the way, this was the first time that he was away from us for more than a day or two), he took one look at Ibis and said, “Has Ibis gotten fatter?.” I said, “Nah, you just forgot how big he is.” He said, “No, I don’t think so, he’s definitely fatter.”