Okay, so my cat Harold is fat. As in, “Wow, she’s a cow kitty” fat. But, as far as I know, she’s never done this (from a comment from Faster Than Kudzu’s “What the Cat Was or Will Be” post):
So I bought the expensive dry diet cat food but Shinsan quickly opened the closet and ate thru the bag so I put it in plastic rubbermaid containers in the cabinets. (okay, it wasn’t real Rubbermaid – I put it in Manhattan Tupperware – those plastic things soup comes in. I eat a lot of chinese, what can I say.)
So all was okay for three days except he was royally pissed off all the time. But still affectionate.
Then I came home after work on the fourth diet day.
He had opened the kitchen cabinet, pulled out the container and chewed thru the plastic lid. He was lying on his side in a large pile of diet kibble, still eating. He looked up at me, rolling in kibble. Like a feline Caligula.
It’s the phrase “Like a feline Caligula.” The very very bad images that are hatching in my brain because of that… ::shudder:: But, as far as I know, my fat cat hasn’t done that… yet.