Ken's Big Adventure

[pdub]

This morning Ken and I went to the vets to get him weighed in. He's been on the diet for a month and I know just from picking him up all the time he's lost some weight. He doesn't look a whole lot different, so we're going to prove he's losing weight.

Last month he weighed in at 11.6 pounds.

I checked in at the desk, they said sure, go weigh him. The scale is in the lobby. I got Ken out of the carrier and put him on the scale. 12.0 with both hands off of him for a second.

A second was long enough for him, he was going to run. He hates that place. So I'm bent over, trying to hold his haunches, but he's got traction since there's a rubber mat on the scale.

He's slipping my grip, I'm falling forward and put my foot inside the cat carrier, now I'm REALLY falling. I fell forward all the way down the hall, every step saving me from a face plant on tile. I didn't fall but I was sure falling, out of control upright.

Ken took a hard left into turn 3, an open door into an empty observation room and I final caught myself against the door jamb.

I closed the door and hemmed him up in a corner behind the sink.

12.0. That's a disappointment. Turns out, they were having trouble with the scale in the lobby when Ken weighed last month. They took him and weighed him on another scale they have in the back. Official result, 12.6.

Keep doing what you're doing and weigh him again in a month.

When we got home he bolted out of the carrier and hid under the bed for two hours. Traumatized. He finally came back downstairs but still has the "I'll never trust you again" attitude going on.

Fat cat. Flabby tabby. The day Ken went out.

[JOES66FURY]

That was an entertaining mental image...thanks!

[STINEY]

I'd run too if every time I went for a drive I got the thermometer treatment.

[pdub]

I'd run too if every time I went for a drive I got the thermometer treatment.

And I'll bet it'll be a lot harder to get him into that bag next month.

[Beagle]

Lemme get this straight. Having traumatized the cat twice now, he's stressed out. A lot of animals eat more when they are stressed and it jacks the metabolism. Check with your nutritionalistic folks at work on that for corroboration.

a) Ken is bigger and probably still follows you around all the time with the "FEED ME" meow. You know which one that is.
b) You are broker and lucky to not be broken
c) everyone is stressed

what am I missing? It's Christmas bud, let the cat eat. I picked up the Thanksgiving 8 and it's looking bad for weight loss all the way through New Years. Come springtime I'll have plenty of work to do for all this stored up calories. Maybe the cat needs more play time.

[pdub]

Lemme get this straight. Having traumatized the cat twice now, he's stressed out. A lot of animals eat more when they are stressed and it jacks the metabolism. Check with your nutritionalistic folks at work on that for corroboration.

a) Ken is bigger and probably still follows you around all the time with the "FEED ME" meow. You know which one that is.
b) You are broker and lucky to not be broken
c) everyone is stressed

what am I missing? It's Christmas bud, let the cat eat. I picked up the Thanksgiving 8 and it's looking bad for weight loss all the way through New Years. Come springtime I'll have plenty of work to do for all this stored up calories. Maybe the cat needs more play time.

HHAhahaHAAHAHH!!!!! Yep, yep yep and yep.

[DanStokes]

Open the back door and let the field mice in. It'll keep him busy for hours and he'll run off any additional calories he takes in. What IS the caloric content of a chubby mousie?

Dan

[pdub]

Open the back door and let the field mice in. It'll keep him busy for hours and he'll run off any additional calories he takes in. What IS the caloric content of a chubby mousie?

Dan

Don't know about mice, but while we're living, let's live large.....I am sure there's a great big rabbit living under the back deck. He white-tails it away every time I open the porch door. And Bunny scares the jeepers out of me every time that happens. I'm never ready for it.

Hmmmmm, that's a big meal, almost as big as Ken himself. But Ken's on the government program, doesn't have to work. He eats what we hand him. We just handed him too much for too long, that's how he got in the shape he's in.

[GFogg]

Well here's how I weigh them if I have to. I get on the bathroom scale and weigh myself (that's the worst part). Then I grab the animal in question and weigh again. Subtrat the first weight from the second weight equals animal's weight. Saves trips to the vet. Don't have a bathroom scale? Buy one. Cheaper than vets.

[pdub]

Been there done that. The bathroom scale said 12 last month before Ken ever went to the vets. But it might say 145 for me fully clothed, or it might say 155. It's all over the place. I'm a little feller, by the way. More noise than meat. I'm thinking about changing my BS screen name to Big Ole Boy, just for fun.

If Ken registered, he'd be Tubby, and it would be appropriate.

[oletrux4evr]

Put him on a treadmill. Film it. Get a government grant.

[Beagle]

Put him on a (remove treadmill) CAT WALK. Film it. Get a government grant.

fixed

[oletrux4evr]

I don't know, Beags, the Cat Walk will probably involve OSHA.......could cut down the profit margin.......

[SuperBuickGuy]

curiosity here.... why don't you weigh the carrier without him in it; then weigh it with him in it? Granted, it'd be less entertaining, but since there's no video; we are sure whether or not this is yet another southerner pulling our e-leg or not

[Beagle]

too easy to pick up the cat, get on the scale, put the cat down, see the difference.