So maybe it's the winter coat, maybe I'm just extra floofy. But I heard Mom and Dad saying that Huggy Bear and I need to lose a pound. We can't help that we're big boys. It's in our genes. And some of it is in our tummies. The big issue is this -- how do you get two big boys to, ahem, diet, without limiting what the two "just right, perfect specimen of a cat" girls eat? We won't eat by ourselves, so if we get isolated in the bathroom we'll just sit at the door wondering what excitement is happening on the other side. We're funny that way. We also eat dry food because some of us (Maggie) are little piggies and chase their nice older brother (me) away from my food. It's quite a challenge.
Maybe Mom and Dad need to clean up the garage, then create a cricket arena for us. Then, in the cricket arena, they can put us, and a cricket, and let us chase it. That'll be good exercise and we can still eat.
