The Joel Train

i just got home and the cats are freakin out. we took Samson to the vet a couple of weeks ago for an eye infection. his eye's okay, but it turns out the cat weighs 14 pounds. so my cat's obese. Is that so bad? i mean sure he's alittle on the husky side, but really, its not like he's cruising for the ladies. now we're carefully rationing out his food so that he gets just enough to make him mad and whiney.

this is tough to do, because his sister, delila (i wanted to call her susan) who has a fantastic figure for a cat, can eat all the dried up nuggets of cat food she wants. if we're not carefull, samson will eat his food AND delila's food. i cant just put abunch of food in a common bowl anymore. i have to have two bowls, and then i have to lock one of them in a different room or else when im not looking, samson will sneak. he's done this a couple of times, and when i catch him he looks up at me. i hope for some kind of expression of guilt or shame, but he's a cat and cats dont have expressions.

so the food isnt just sitting on the floor waiting for a cat to pass by. Its up out of reach. taking the food bowl away seems to be stressing the cats out. Now they follow me around the house waiting to see what i'll do next.