Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Milo is Fat; Angry
My first clue should have been when his ass got stuck in his cat-house entrance. Or maybe when he started spending his entire day stretched out on the floor and rolling around on his back like a quadripalegic. Or maybe when he stopped playing with his toys. Or maybe when he jumped on my stomach while I was sleeping and knocked the wind out of me and almost made me piss my bed. Or maybe when he started eating entire bags of cat food in 2 weeks.
But I couldn't ignore it when we took him to the vet and he weighed in at a hefty 12 pounds, which made the vet laugh out loud and FauxHawk shake his head in shame.
I don't care what you fucking say. He's beautiful.
Just let them gorge on their kibble in peace. Fucking paparazzi...