Yesterday, Mommy took me and the big white overstuffed stay-Puff-t marshmallow cat to the groomer to have us both shaved. Mommy says that Mr. Puff is special because he was rescued from an animal shelter 10 years ago and that he’s a champion cat, because he won some trophy and ribbon in the Supercat competition in Madison Square Garden Years ago.
He’s let himself go from championship form, if you ask me. I believe they usually call that thing hanging from his tummy an “udder”.
Mom also says he special because he’s diabetic. He gets special wet food that’s supposed to be for kittens, not big white overstuffed stay-Puff-t marshmallow cats. Mommy calls it the “Catkins diet”. All I know is it smells really yummy, but I’m not allowed to have any.

Whenever Mr. Puff meows and whines, he gets food. Whenever I whine, I’m told I have to wait until dinner time. It seems unfair that Mr. Puff doesn’t look like he needs any more food, but he gets yummy food, while Mommy tells me that I don’t want to be a fat corgi, that I need to stay a lean, mean corgi machine, so I only get kibble and carrots.
See, don’t I look hungry? Please leave comments for Mommy that she needs to feed me more.
