Friday, June 7, 2013

Pixel's Diet, Part One

In previous entries, I have noted that my boy Pixel is indeed a big boy.  I knew he was around 20 pounds, but until yesterday with the arrival of our newly purchased baby/pet scale, I had no idea what he truly weighs.  So now I know what I'm dealing with.  

I'm not expecting this weight loss journey to be easy for either of us.  Pixel lives for his mealtimes.  While it doesn't bother me (any more!) to see him hungry, he does become rather unbearable for Sassy, who bears the brunt of his outbursts when his mealtime isn't on his schedule.  We've already been on the new mealtime schedule for about six weeks already, so that part we have down perfectly!

The reason I'm going through all of this, and putting Pixel through it as well, is because I love him.  This might sound a little backwards, since I'm willfully "torturing" my furbaby (though I don't truly believe making him eat properly and in correct portions amounts to torture).  He spent his life getting chubby, so it will take some time to become thinner.  

I invite you, my readers, to join Pixel and me on both our weight loss journeys.  I'll be keeping track of our successes and failures, right here on this blog.  I know we both can use some encouragement, as weight loss is not easily done.  I have a bit of a head start on him, though.  Since January, I've lost 34.4 pounds with a long way to go.  Together, Pixel and I will be slimmer and healthier!

So today is the first day of the rest of Pixel's new, healthier life!  

Pixel, 6-7-13 weighing in at 22 lbs, 14.8oz

Pixel's "Before" Pictures.  Poor dude!
 

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

"24" And The Mystery Goo

I love the show "24."  When it was still in production, we would wait for what seemed like an eternity from the season finale in May to the start of the new season, which fell right around the Super Bowl in the winter.  Tika, my late tortie Persian, would love to sit in my lap for "Jack Bauer time."  Maybe it was because she would watch the action on TV and seem interested.  I think, though, it was more likely a case of being near me and hearing my voice in sweet, soft tones talking to her.  

Well, the show has long been canceled, and I've moved on so to speak, but recently learned that "24" will return in May, 2014 for a short 12-episode season!  I was elated, but also disappointed as this will be my first new season of "24" without my Tika.  Now, don't get me wrong... Pixel loves to be in my lap, all stretched out and purring.  But he does so on HIS terms, not mine.  If it was up to me, he'd be camped out in my lap all night long.  My legs and tush might protest, but there's plenty of time for blood flow when I'm sleeping!  

My husband and I decided to begin watching the series from season one on Netflix, watching a few hours a night.  It's starting to make me excited for the new episodes next year, but is also making me keenly aware of Tika's absence. So during this evening's episodes, which I was watching and clenching every muscle in my poor legs and posterior with every plot twist, Pixel decided to jump up in my lap and settle in for some cuddle time.  I was petting him and scratching his chin (which he LOVES, by the way!) when I felt something odd in his fur.  My first thought was a lump, but I was much relieved when I felt it move and eventually I was able to pick it out of his fur... a soft, brown, mushy lump of some unidentified substance.  My relief was short-lived.

Now, switch places with me for a moment.  I have blogged before about Pixel's hygiene problem.  If you haven't read it, you can find the post here. So, naturally you can imagine what is going through my mind at this point.  I know I'm going to have to eventually identify the... anomaly.  Without much ceremony (I certainly didn't want to have to say what I found to my hubby... I would have gotten the "well, that's the beauty of owning cats" line... not what you want to hear when you have an unknown, brown gooey substance on your finger you have to SNIFF to identify!!) I took a whiff....

I should probably mention now that, approximately 10 minutes before Pixel came to visit I had eaten a chocolate dipped granola bar about which I had totally forgotten.  Apparently, I had a small, chocolate-covered piece of rice in my lap I didn't see, and somehow it had attached itself to his fur.  Fortunately this morsel turned out to be the mystery glob.  There were two good things about this finding.  The first is very obvious, and I don't think I need to go there (any more than I already have!) and the second is that chocolate is, when consumed, extremely toxic to cats (and dogs!)  I was just really relieved the "Pet Wipes" stayed shelved for at least one more night.

The next time "24" is on our TV, maybe instead of missing my munchkin so dearly, I'll think of what will be called from this day forth, "the Great Goo Sniff" and smile.  My husband is right.  Oh, the beauty (and absolute privilege) of owning cats.

  

Monday, April 22, 2013

Fatty Catty and the Kitty Butt Wipes

A few months back, hubby and I were grocery shopping in our favorite local store and in the pet aisle I spotted something that looked like a tub of, well there's just no easy way to say it so I'll blurt it out, butt wipes... you know the kind that are in the toilet tissue aisle and have something like "We all go, why not enjoy the go?" written on it.  Except these were "Petwipes," which "wipe away daily dirt and odor."  Oh puh-leeze!  I mean, the box didn't actually say "butt wipes" but we all know from which end the dirt and odor come. Cat and dog butt wipes.  Ha! We chuckled for a few moments, made some silly remarks and moved on with our shopping.

At this point in time I should briefly mention that Pixel, our younger cat, likes to eat.  A lot.  So much, in fact, that he's my little butterball, my tub o' lard, my flabby tabby, my fatty catty.  I know it's not nice to poke fun at him (some might call this bullying, but I never call him those names to his face!) but I just can't help but laugh at some of the things he does, the way he sits himself in a corner looking like a little feline Buddha.  I mean, how can you NOT laugh at that?  And laugh I did for a long time at my poor Pixel's expense.  

Now, before I look like the world's worst cat-mom, I would like a moment to defend myself by saying I'm well aware there is "nothing cute" about an overweight cat, and I am doing my level best to research cat diets (too bad they don't have kitty Weight Watchers, right?) and figure out what exactly is the best way for both Sassy and him to eat.  This is a more daunting task than what it seems, because everything I've believed to be nutritious and healthy for them over the course of both their lives turns out to be the exact WRONG diet for them to be eating!  Oh, the guilt I've wracked on myself as I'm learning what I've been doing wrong for nearly 20 years as a cat-mom.  One of the best (and only, by the way) sources I've had for this knowledge comes from a veterinarian-run website called catinfo.org, recommended by America's favorite cat daddy, Jackson Galaxy (of Animal Planet's My Cat From Hell TV show).  Anyway, to make a long story short, Pixel and Sassy, who have eaten kibble their whole lives are making a healthy and lower calorie transition to canned food, much to Pixel's delight and Sassy's great chagrin.

Continuing on with the story, now that the "bad cat-mom" image has been somewhat explained.  I was noticing my poor little buddy having a rough time with his, um, hygiene these days, being too rolly-polly to actually take care of this himself.  What kind of a cat-mom would I be to just let him walk around the house with a dirty keester?  Well, I wasn't going to find out!  So, we don't have the most cat-friendly toilet tissue apparently, because the Charmin Basic was just too... well, basic!  Not enough softness, and too dry for the... shall I say "Klingons."  

Suddenly, my memory is awakened by the, you guessed it (say it with me now) Kitty Butt Wipes!  So, as luck would have it, we just happened to be taking my mom to the grocery store today!  Pixel would no longer need to tolerate the harsh TP meant apparently for "humans only," or suffer the indignity of the dreaded "scootch" on the carpet (or for that matter, have me laugh at him while he's trying to fold himself into a chubby taco to take care of matters himself!)

So here I am tonight writing this entry, with the "prize" in hand... Petwipes... surprisingly nicely scented (anything's better than the alternative) and Pixel didn't seem to mind so much.   In fact, I think I might have seen a glimmer of relief in his green eyes.  He's now stretched out after enjoying his dinner, purring happily and is patiently waiting for "nigh-nights."  I might not even mind if I get the "raw end" of the cuddle tonight.  After all, it's "Freshly scented." 


See?  It even has aloe and vitamin e for "healthy skin and shiny coat!"  Photo-bomb by Sassy.



Until next time... Meow!