Salem, the black cat in the photo, rapidly gained weight this year. It wasn’t much by human standards, about two pounds, but we became very worried. She is mostly an inside cat. She goes outside once in a while strictly for recreation purposes and stays close to the house so we knew nobody else was feeding her. We curtailed her diet and kept her inside, but weight gain mysteriously continued. We had rescued a shelter kitten before and he died suddenly of FIP. FIP infection is not typical in older female cats, but it was on the back of everyone’s mind. One day I reached over to pet her belly and she snapped at me, which she never does. Kid 2 and I immediately freaked out.
We stuffed Salem into a crate – a three man operation, one to hold the crate, one to hold the cat, and one to fold her legs because crate is not her favorite – and rushed her to the vet.
Vet: That is a lot of weight gain for 4 weeks… I don’t feel any tumors. We need an X-ray, but I don’t know if I am going to be able to get a radiologist today.
Us: Please, please do the best you can.
Vet: I’ll try. It’s will be a little expensive…
Us: We don’t care.
Vet: I will do my best.
An hour later phone call:
Vet: I got a radiologist! We are going to check her in half an hour!
We hold our collective breath for half an hour.
Half an hour later, phone call.
Vet: We found the issue.
Us: What is it?
Vet: Your cat is enormously fat.
She is not fat. She is just furry. 😉
Sookie, the Olde English Bulldogge, is going through terrible twos. She wouldn’t let other dogs be this morning even after a spirited run through the yard and some game time, so she was put into a time out.