Hear. Frickin. Hear.
The Telegraph - Over-domesticated
There are more ways of killing a cat, the proverb says, than drowning it in cream. Yet that, or something like it, is what the nation is doing to increasing numbers. Cats are getting too fat. It’s no fun being a fat cat, and many are succumbing to diseases such as diabetes.
Our cats are becoming like our children, overweight and under-exercised, and for similar reasons. We are reluctant to let them out of the house for fear of the world’s dangers. It’s the motorised school-run for the children and a warm spot for the cat. So both become bored, ill-behaved and given to over-eating. At least cats do not play computer games, yet.
Emphasis wholeheartedly mine.
August 8th, 2007 at 3:42 pm
I can get two of the 3 out of the house, but Baby Cat don’t like it. She’s into food and now is dieting. I fling her outside in the morn. Think Baby Huey.
August 8th, 2007 at 4:05 pm
Heehee.
My aunt and cousins had a cat when we were all little, called Lucifer. He was a fat ol’ cat. We thought it was the cutest thing. So heavy and soft when you picked him up. But that was back when fat cats were a novelty and indoor cats were rare.