Forget about the weight reduction program. I was walking by the Old Guy four days ago, he grabbed me, ran into the garage and threw me into the cat carrier. Next came Chow and then Pinot. Pinot hissed. I've never heard Pinot hiss, ever. Off to the cat condo prison for four days while the family came into town for the pretty blond New York Girl's engagement party. I guess he was worried we'd run out of the house.
Going to the cat condo prison is the surest way for us to gain weight because all there is to do there is eat and sleep. We haven't been weighed yet but I'm sure I and Pinot gained weight. Chow is a different story though. He stuffs his face. However Chow has an interesting weight maintenance system. For the ride home, the Old Guy always puts Chow and his carrier on the front seat. Then he drives really slow and careful, making no abrupt stops or turns. He creeps up on our house, parks behind the garage, turns off the motor and then looks over to check out Chow. Then Chow heaves. I mean he does the major barf in the cat carrier. He is so consistent that the Old Guy puts a towel in the carrier because he knows that the barfing session will begin as soon as he gets home. Frankly, the barfing grosses me out, but after it's over, I must say, the pile can be quite tasty. I know it sounds gross. But hey, it beats my cousin Daisy Dog's fecie fetish.
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