On our last visit, the vet called Amelia the “o” word. You know… obese. How rude.
I had always thought of her as just being somewhat stout. The sad truth is, that as a house kitty, she had grown a bit lazy. She wanted nothing to do with the special diet food from the vet, and my attempts to keep her moving beyond her normal routine proved fruitless. We needed something to get our (no longer so) tiny creature on the road to a higher activity level. Something like… a persistent playmate.
Meet Olive. After numerous visits to the local feline rescue, where there were some very lovely creatures to choose from, we arrived home with a most ordinary looking kitten of extraordinary personality.
Happy Caturday! =^..^=