Get fat quick

Lying bastard and me!

Yeah…right!

My husband was a cat-treat-aholic. There. I’ve said it. But I am only now, just over a year later, realising the full extent.

After he died, I kept finding little packets of get-fat-quick-kittytreats: in drawers, cupboards, under piles of sweaters... Every couple of months I would come across a new packet, hidden in increasingly unlikely places.

Thinking back: whenever we took the cats for their annual MOT, the vet would comment on their ‘heavyness’. And every time, Mr McG, who was in charge of their front end (guess who got the short straw and the back end), said, with (seemingly) complete innocence, he couldn’t understand it as he only gave them modest portions. He even (frequently) called me to witness the modesty of the portions. But all the while the BASTARD was feeding them instant-obesity-guaranteed-biscuits. He was SUCH a liar He took great delight in lying. The more gratuitous, the better.

I found the latest packet in a recess in the chimney. I laughed so much i thought I’d burst a vein. I have to conclude he is playing jokes on us from beyond. It would be so typical.

Meanwhile the cats have lost about one-third of their bodyweight and are understandably pissed off.