Sad news first: my Mema has in fact passed on. She is in a better place. And I am sure she is rolling her eyes at us making such a big fuss down here.
I am trying to focus on the good, and take happiness in the small things. And to keep finding the humor in life. Which is why I wanted to share a small fact about my current life and see if it brings you as many giggles as it does me.
I have obese cats.
Seriously. Yesterday was their yearly check-up (note: I cannot BELIEVE it has been a year with the penguin babies!! seems like just yesterday I was fuzzball-less!) and while I walked in feeling all proud of myself since I was out-catlike-reflexed my cats and got them both in their carriers in about 30 seconds flat, I left feeling like a horrible mother. Last year at this time, Lulu was 7 lbs and Lele was 6 lbs. Yesterday, Lulu was 10 lbs and Lele was 9 lbs. Doesn't sound so bad, especially when you think about my parents' cat who weighs 17 lbs, but then I did the math; both of them have gained approximately half their original body weight in the space of a year.
Whoops.
Pause for Minkie-cat cameo (Parents' Cat):
Have you ever seen obesity look so cute?
ANYWAY.
The vet was nice. I am feeding them within her recommended level, but apparently my babies have slow metabolisms. And are super lazy. They are sitting here next to me sleeping to prove it. So it is up to me, the responsible adults, to slim their waistlines.
Like most women, I have issues with food. The main one is that, for all that my parents installed good morals in me, they also taught me that food is a reward. My mother is the originator of the famous concepts that you can only eat cookies in even numbers (1 cookie is never permissable) and that if you break a cookie, the calories fall out. Wisdom for the ages. Chocolate is my coping mechanism and my happy place. It's bad. So when it comes to being responsible for other beings' food, I tend to err on the side of too much because it feels like less food equals less love. It's so warped!! And it's not fair to my cats. I'm really counting on a sane co-parent to save my kids from my food issues in the future.
Also, since I've yet to convince them soft penguin bellies are made to be rubbed, they might as well be smaller. :)
So we have a plan, and not one that involves calling Michelle Obama to get information on her healthy kids initiative, although that was my first thought. I'm reducing the amount of food and we've changed from Indoor Health formula to Healthy Weight formula. If you've never fed a cat, you might be interested to know you can't just switch willy-nilly between different kind of foods. You have to titrate in the new stuff to slowly get their systems used to it. So while my cat food container is only partly full of Indoor Health formula, I don't want to pour in the Healthy Weight formula to mix quit yet. Which is why I left the new bag of food on the counter. Which is why I had to stop my yoga routine to investigate the rustling noises that indicated a certain bag had been discovered by certain felines. Which is why I had to hide the bag in my small kitchen. Which is why I had to send my friend a text message that said, "Remind me to take out the diet cat food before I turn on the oven again."
Oh well. You gotta laugh.
Have a good night :)
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