ninety-fat

many of you know of the anguish i have been experiencing lately over my recent increase in girth.

things have taken a similar turn for my cat.

frenchy (aliases: miles, licky, westerly, francois) moved in with my parents about 2 years ago, so that he could spend some of his life not living in a tiny apartment and so that he could have a yard to play in. also my parents are shameless cat-spoilers, whereas, although i love him dearly, i tended to treat the frenchman more or less like furniture.

he was always a small cat, having been abandoned as a kitten, and even full grown he weighed in at about 6 pounds.

of late, frenchy has more than doubled in weight. he looks like he ate himself. frenchy is the marlon brando of cats.

according to my mother, he eats ceaselessly (now, i have seen her FEED HIM FROM THE TABLE, but we won't stoop to the blame game here), and because of his obesity he has developed sleep apnea and now snores as well. my mother has started taking him on car trips with her because it's the only way to keep him away from the food bowl.

finally, she has decided to seek medical intervention. and frenchy, it seems, may need to go away for a while. we'll find out tomorrow.

(the above picture is from frenchy's pre-brando days; i couldn't bear to humiliate him by posting a recent photo)