Posted by on Feb 17, 2019 | 20 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

Loulou, you know your papa only wants the best for you, right?

Oh, yeah? Except my name is NOT Minnie and I think that to be too skinny is not at all like being too rich, haha.  In fact (I almost wrote ‘fat‘!), my particular roundness is treasured in Italy where females like me are described as ‘bona’.

Voluptuous, for want of another word.  Curvy.  Built like a … well, we won’t get into that one, but hey, isn’t it more attractive in a kitty to have a bit of a tummy to rub or what???

Still, here I am, on my diet again, 85% of the package instead of the whole shootin’ match.  Small kibble treats once in the evening (including anti-tartar crackers), and that’s it.

In other words, I am to SUFFER!  THANK YOU, PAPA, for pointing out what you have observed to be a little charming addition of the grams.  Okay, okay, in deference to papa, the vet started all this by mentioning very politely that I was a cicciabomba, which in Italian is ‘butterball’.  And here I thought she was my FRIEND and that I could TRUST HER.

Fie on all of you.

I think I should stand up on my own two feet about this!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You just wait until I figure out how to open that little freezer upstairs and get out the MAGNUMS THAT PAPA HAS STASHED THERE!

At least I’ll have skinny tartar-less teeth.

SEE!