e took the mafia to the vet last week, and got confirmation of what we already suspected: they’re FAT.
Thing is, they’ve been getting exactly the same amount of food as last year, and last year they had actually been losing weight on that diet! You know what this means don’t you? Their activity level has been closer to that of your average tomato than to a living breathing creature. And it hasn’t even really been hot this summer! Sigh.
So we have to get creative, find new toys they’re willing to scamper after, maybe get a different laser mouse (the red laser doesn’t show well during the day), and basically get them doing something besides lying around the apartment. The vet suggested we also get their little brains working by making them hunt for their food, rather than putting it in the place they’re used to. I plan on outfitting them with pith helmets.
The worst though, is that Cleo’s got some gingivitis going on, and she has to get her teeth cleaned on Wednesday.
This would be me with the worried face.
I know this is absolutely essential, and that it will help deal with the pain she’s probably experiencing from the inflamed gums, but I get a little stressed out at the idea of putting that cranky little 13-year old under the influence of aneasthetic. Plus, she’s what they consider a “difficult patient”.
Still wearing the worried face, but now I’m also dealing with the fact that I’ve got the bitchy/bitey kid in the class.
To top it all off, she’s going to have to have a round of antibiotics, AND i’m going to have to brush her teeth regularly, whether she likes it or not.
Well, THIS is going to suck!
