Leroy, The King (lilac point Siamese)
Leroy went up in weight while we had kittens and he weighs at least 0,5-0,8kg more than he should. That is not good for him, and it is easier to get him to go down in weight sooner than later. He loves food, and also, especially tasty, high in calories and fat kitten food that Claire eats (she is growing and has different needs than our other cats). He just sucks it in like a vacuum cleaner. Sometimes it takes only 3 minutes, and half of the bowl content is gone.
So, we have 4 cats in excellent shape, one growing kitten, and one overweight Leroy. Hm. How to feed them all in the most optimal way?
We are trying our best to help our beloved chubby Leroy get down in weight. We observed carefully his behavior and I wrote a short diary of the previous week, seen through his eyes. What I wrote is rather toned down, since Siamese are cats with love for drama and it is hard to get even close to how they actually feel.
“I am not fat, I’m big boned!”
Leroy’s diary – week one
Day #1, afternoon
I was sleeping in my bed for hours. Got up, looked through the window. Rain. No birds. The other cats were sleeping.
Eat, I could eat.
Whaaat?! Bowl #1 with my favorite food (that humans oddly enough keep calling “kitten” food) is gone. Bowl #2 with my second favorite (again – “kitten” food!) is also gone. Only Bowl #3, with boring, yucky food is left.
I don’t get it! It must be a mistake.
I’ll go back to sleep.
Day #1, evening
We got our wet food as usual, before humans went to sleep, but it was not my favorite (which humans claim is just ‘smaksatt skit’, or in plain English – tasty crap). We got ‘quality food’ instead. Let me tell you something – THAT is tasteless crap! And it looks like plain mud.
Bad humans. 😦
I ate some, though, since I hate Bowl #3 even more than Tasteless Mud. 😦
Day #1, night
I spent the night playing, lying next to my humans and thinking. I worked so hard last year on my insulation layer, since yet another long Swedish winter is coming. I wonder if Bowl #3 can keep my safety layer intact.
Where are my Bowls #1 and #2?! And my beloved Tasty Crap?
Not happy. 😦
Day #2, morning
I ate from Bowl#3. My Mom talked to me a lot and praised me when she saw me eating that crap. What could I do? Better that than certain death.
Day #2, evening
This is getting really weird. Only Bowl #3 and Tasteless Mud get served, but The Little One and the rest of the cats occasionally smell like Tasty Crap and kitten food. I must be hallucinating. #3 probably contains nothing nutritious for my brain and body. My little neurons are starving! I will be as clever as Maven soon.
Damn it humans, what have I ever done to you? 😦
Day #2, night
I sat next to my Mom while she slept and tried to beam my thoughts to her. She must understand that I need food that tastes good. She woke up and petted me, but I got no food. Damn! She fell back to sleep really fast and I realized that I am losing my mental powers for sure. You are what you eat. My mental energy is vanishing as you are reading this.
Oh, my horrible destiny! Animal cruelty! Betrayal! Horror!
I discovered that the humans keep the Tasty Crap and the kitten food in the Green Room! I noticed the pattern. I was not imagining – the other cats get to go in there regularly, everyone except me is allowed. They just come and call the humans and they get let in. When they scratch or call, they get let out. And – when they come out of the Green Room, they smell like heaven!
Oh, that is where my food went!
To hell with Bowl#3 and Tasteless Mud, I want my Tasty Crap back!
I cried and cried standing next to Bowl #3 and when I got the humans’ attention I bit The Little One on her neck and demonstratively held her like that. Dad commented that I seem to be so hungry that I am trying to kill and eat The Little One.
Yes, exactly, what do you say now? Give me my Tasty Crap back or The Little One gets it!
But no – Mom just took away The Little One (who showed no fear, which took the edge off my performance. Stupid kitten, not scared of anything!). They cuddled a bit, and Mom cuddled with me as well, saying that everything will be okay, I just have to lose some weight.
WHAT? But that is so NOT OK!
What is wrong with my humans? They loved me so much until recently. 😦
They must have gotten brain damage.
Mom is still not happy with me. She puts me on the scales every day and today she complained to Dad that I eat everything in huge amounts, no matter how bad it tastes and that I’ll never lose weight this way. She said that they must ‘portionera‘ my food. I do not understand what she meant, but even my Bowl #3 is gone now.
The Mayans were right. The world is coming to an end in 2012! My world definitely is. 😦
To be continued
The first week of changed feeding we came to the conclusion that Leroy sucks everything in like a vacuum cleaner, not only the kitten food. Now he has access only to quality food that contains no grains and a high percent of meat, but the thing is that he eats very often.
Also, he is not going out since it got cold here and although we activate him more than during the summer, it seems like he eats when he is bored or just does not know what else to do. Another thing – he is almost 6 years old now and although he still is a young cat, maybe his metabolism has changed a bit. We will give him food in portions now (so Bowl #3 will not always be full) and play with him even more.
Leroy got a bit chubby after every litter, but so did Jossan and Miii. The girls went down in weight fast this time, as usual, spontaneously, but he did not. We’ll help our Leroy to get fit again!