Cat Blogging: Biggest Loser Update 2016

This year at Orson's annual check-up our vet exclaimed, "You have a waist!" We all admired Orson's svelte figure as he growled and paced, not pleased that we brought him in for an appointment during regularly scheduled mealtime. He hissed and glared at us. "Orson is hangry," our vet decided.

It's been two years since Orson's weight loss journey began and it has been a steady dropping of pounds for the former fatty. In fact, as of last week he has dropped a total of 9 1/2 pounds (from 25 pounds to just under 16).

But not all of this adventure has been smooth sailing. Orson makes a nuisance of himself when he believes it is time for breakfast (or dinner). He'll chew on any available surface: antenna, earbud, random wire, T's ear, my finger, furniture, doors, waste baskets, etc. Once we shoo him away from the chewed item, he begins his incessant meowing. "FEED ME FEED ME FEED ME." Poor guy is practically disappearing. I'd have more sympathy for his plight if it didn't wake me up at 3:00 in the morning.