Day 3: Fuzzy wants wet food.
Oct. 7th, 2011 10:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zolaFuzzy is getting up there in age.
We aren't exactly sure how old he is, but he is at least 12 and possibly as much as 17. We'll have a better idea where he fell on that range depending on how many more years he lives.
We started supplementing his regular cat food with wet food about three months ago when he'd lost some weight after a bout with an upper respiratory infection. It wasn't a serious amount of weight, but he's always been a bit on the skinny side, so it was noticeable. Not only did it help him regain the lost weight in a reasonable amount of time, but we noticed his fur was a lot nicer too. Given that he may well be quite old, we decided to keep supplementing him.
So of course he spends the ENTIRE day getting hopeful every time one of us walks into the kitchen. He's stooped so low as to actually MEOW at me (Fuzzy is at least half Maine Coon, and Maine Coons are pretty quiet cats and have a teeny, quiet meow).
I was talking to one of my friends on the phone just before I sat down to post this, and Fuzzy decided enough was enough.
He climbed up on the chair beside me and is now impatiently observing as I type this. His message is clear. "Get off your ass, woman, it's time for WET FOOD!"
I think I'd better go before he drags me away....
We aren't exactly sure how old he is, but he is at least 12 and possibly as much as 17. We'll have a better idea where he fell on that range depending on how many more years he lives.
We started supplementing his regular cat food with wet food about three months ago when he'd lost some weight after a bout with an upper respiratory infection. It wasn't a serious amount of weight, but he's always been a bit on the skinny side, so it was noticeable. Not only did it help him regain the lost weight in a reasonable amount of time, but we noticed his fur was a lot nicer too. Given that he may well be quite old, we decided to keep supplementing him.
So of course he spends the ENTIRE day getting hopeful every time one of us walks into the kitchen. He's stooped so low as to actually MEOW at me (Fuzzy is at least half Maine Coon, and Maine Coons are pretty quiet cats and have a teeny, quiet meow).
I was talking to one of my friends on the phone just before I sat down to post this, and Fuzzy decided enough was enough.
He climbed up on the chair beside me and is now impatiently observing as I type this. His message is clear. "Get off your ass, woman, it's time for WET FOOD!"
I think I'd better go before he drags me away....
