My Mom is furry upset with me these days. It is that I am supposed to be on a diet because I am way too heavy.
She gives me a half a cup of kibble for breakfast, with a tablespoon (which is hardly anything) of finely grated cheese in it. Not enough to fill me up!
Then when supper comes, I get 3/4 of a cup of kibble with a little chicken in it (hardly any). I get two low calorie treats a day.
So my Mom had to move Zkhats food to near the livingroom entry and there is a gate that she puts up so I can't get any of it. She tells me OVER and OVER not to eat the cat's food. I would like to and I get so tired of hearing that! Wouldn't you? With the gate up I can't get near it anyway, but lately she has gotten lazy about the gate and I can get through it! Wooo! So three times in the last week I have eaten all the cats food. Yummy! My Mom can tell when I eat it, because Zkhat is so dainty she only eats a spoonful at a time, and I eat the whole works. Mom says STELLA! No cat food, none! and of course Zkhat who hardly wants any anyway sits and cries piteously because her dish is empty. And Mom of course, is making sure the gate is shut.
One of my Pawrents was a Labrador Retriever and the other was a Spaniel. Maybe I am more like the Spaniel, short and wide. I don't know but I do know I am tired of bein' on a diet. Wouldn't you be?
Are you on a Diet? I would like to hear about it if you are!