The 8-hour diet

Mommy's oldest grandson, Derek, and his girlfriend.

Mommy's favorite photo of your blogger!

Yes, that is a satisfied smile on my face!

My twin.

Today's top photo is of Mommy's oldest grandson, Derek, and his girlfriend. Derek calls her Missy but we aren't sure how he spells it. Derek goes to Warsaw High School and he will be 17 in July. Mommy thinks he has grown up too fast!

And what do you think of today's photo of ME? Aren't I just too much? Watch how you answer that!

What, you may ask, is an 8-hour diet? That was the length of time it took Mommy to take away our self-feeder and then give it back to us. This is how it went down. Mommy read an article about fat cats and it said that self-feeders were not good for cats because, when we were wild, we did not have food available all the time. We get fat when we can help ourselves to food any time we like. So Mommy decided to put the self-feeder away and put out smaller bowls of Cat Chow in the morning, take them away at noon, and then we would have our canned food at night. She put a bowl of dry food where I can't reach it (for Tacumwah) and I was supposed to go through the night fueled only by my evening meal of canned cat food. My bowl of Cat Chow would be available when Mommy got up in the morning.

Well, Mommy couldn't sleep last night and got up to read Lisa Scottoline, and she noticed that all but a very little bit of Tacumwah's dry food was gone. While she was up reading, she heard crunching, and there was Marquette, eating the rest of Tacumwah's dry food while I, (a cunning young survivor of the wilds of Huntington County), pretended NOT to be hungry, and to be okay with food deprivation. Well, it worked, and Mommy immediately put our self-feeder back out. So we were without it for about 8 hours. This morning, much to my relief, I weighed in at about 13 pounds, proving that I hadn't gained any weight for several weeks now. So now Mommy is okay with leaving out the feeder since Marquette's and my growth spurts seem to have ceased. Mommy calls them GIRTH spurts. Isn't that mean? She even told Mommy Bonnie that the window ledge in the cottage had to be 7" wide or my girth would spill over the edge! I guess I am never going to hear the end of my husky size! Pot-Kettle!

~There is no such thing as a FREE kitten!~