Fat Cat In Da House

Four years ago, when we rescued Frost from the shelter, he was a svelte two year old. He weighed in at eleven pounds.

This is a young Frost break dancing on the kitchen floor. Go, boy, go!




He could jump way up to catch things, he was very active and affectionate.

But he had this little problem that we  noticed right away. He was anxious about his food dish. He could actually be in a deep sleep, wake up as if panicked and run to his food dish to check the food supply there.

We knew the family that took him to the shelter had to give him up because they had both lost their jobs and couldn't afford him anymore. It was obvious he'd been loved and taken care of, but I began to wonder if they'd held on to him a little too long, and he'd not be given enough to eat for a while.

Food is always available because we are a four cat family (Shut up.). I've discussed it with the vet, and she says having a growing kitten, an elderly cat, and a nibbler, there is really no way to monitor Frost's eating. She says one of her cats is a fatty too.

Well, Frost is now a FAT six year old. He weighs sixteen pounds! Our Maine Coon, at present, is much taller, longer, bigger boned, and heavier furred still growing at fifteen pounds.

This is Frost today, trying to break dance, but choosing a much softer surface and never really getting off the ground.


So you can figure where the fat is.

I'm embarrassed when I take Frost to the vet. He has kidney problems, and now he is on a special food, but it isn't helping him slim down. And when they tried to do a CT scan of his kidneys, they couldn't see them for all the fat!!

I may have been a therapist in my former life. And I may have helped people with eating disorders.

But a fat cat?

Not a clue.