Baby Kitty HATES the vet. We end up violently wrestling every time I have to stick him in his carrier thing, and then he sits there, freaking out, pouting and lamenting.
The vet confirmed my suspicions that this cat is INDEED fat, but perhaps to the point that I should, you know, really start interjecting, before he gets diabetes and we’re forced to do a reality show together. And so, I’m going to splurge on some Atkins cat food, because apparently cats are people too. As for his early morning meowing, the vet suggested that I continue to ignore him when I get home, feed him less, or that I play a bird video for him to watch while I’m not here. Instead of diving head first into total Cat Lady, I think I’ll just send him a really long passive aggressive email instead.