I was born in 1962; you do the math. (See also: I'm too lazy to remember to update this thing regularly.) I bought my first house in the summer of 2009; I share it with four cats and with the memories of The Runt and Little Girl, who both passed away in 2011. Rocky, the cat for whom this blog was named, passed away in 2008; I miss them all. I wish I lived somewhere where the winters weren't eight months long; other than that, life is good.
My fiance's cat eats everything and anything. We think he may have been starved as a kitten because he has to be fed twice a day like a dog. If you just put food out for him he will just keep eating. He doesn't seem to have a shut off valve.
Sadly, a LOT of the fosters I work with have to be put on restricted diets - they were used to not knowing where their next meal was coming from, so they eat everything they can once they get into the rescue system, and as a result are often really overweight when they get to me. An obese kitten is a disconcerting sight.
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My fiance's cat eats everything and anything. We think he may have been starved as a kitten because he has to be fed twice a day like a dog. If you just put food out for him he will just keep eating. He doesn't seem to have a shut off valve.
Sadly, a LOT of the fosters I work with have to be put on restricted diets - they were used to not knowing where their next meal was coming from, so they eat everything they can once they get into the rescue system, and as a result are often really overweight when they get to me. An obese kitten is a disconcerting sight.
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