Ignore my muffin tops please
Happy New Year Everyone!
I’m Miss Shirley and I am a chubby kitty. This is the story of my search for my thin kitty within. I am hoping to find my permanent home and my forever diet buddy, too.
Once upon a time, I was a normal-sized kitty. I’m not a piggy. Sometimes I leave a little food in my bowl. But I do like to lounge. I guess that was my downfall—no exercise.
When my family surrendered me to the shelter they were warned that some kitties don’t qualify for re-homing. I guess we were in denial of what could happen to me. The shelter staff told me I was too fat for their adoption program—even though I was a very friendly girl. If I didn’t find a rescue group, I would be “put to sleep.” I knew what that meant. Gulp!
So I talked to every worker and every volunteer. I greeted them with a chirp and nuzzled against the cage seductively. “Rub my head. Scratch my ears.” I have a very deep and gravelly voice and I tried to sound as sweet as I could. Some people say I sound like Lauren Bacall or Demi Moore. I say, “Who are they?”
I’m Miss Shirley and I am a chubby kitty. This is the story of my search for my thin kitty within. I am hoping to find my permanent home and my forever diet buddy, too.
Once upon a time, I was a normal-sized kitty. I’m not a piggy. Sometimes I leave a little food in my bowl. But I do like to lounge. I guess that was my downfall—no exercise.
When my family surrendered me to the shelter they were warned that some kitties don’t qualify for re-homing. I guess we were in denial of what could happen to me. The shelter staff told me I was too fat for their adoption program—even though I was a very friendly girl. If I didn’t find a rescue group, I would be “put to sleep.” I knew what that meant. Gulp!
So I talked to every worker and every volunteer. I greeted them with a chirp and nuzzled against the cage seductively. “Rub my head. Scratch my ears.” I have a very deep and gravelly voice and I tried to sound as sweet as I could. Some people say I sound like Lauren Bacall or Demi Moore. I say, “Who are they?”
I'm just big boned
My strategy worked! The St. Francis Rescue people took me to a foster home that San Jose Animal Advocates found. They arranged for my enrollment at Club Chub! Pinnacle Animal Hospital in San Jose has specialists in weight reduction and I met my doctor. Doctor Forgy was going to help me get thin so I could find a forever home! I learned that she donated her services to me because I was a rescue girl. I thought it was because of all the talking I did when we met.
Going on a diet sucks!
First, she checked my blood work. All my enzymes and electrolytes were good. Even more important—my glucose level was good. I’m not diabetic or pre-diabetic! Hooray! That improves my chances of weight loss success AND it improves the chance that I will find my forever home.
Next, she weighed me. I weighed 15.5 pounds. On my frame, that’s fat. I’m about 30% overweight and that’s morbidly obese. She took photos. No hiding the truth anymore.
Then, I was given my diet. Hill’s metabolic diet. M/D. Only ¼ cup, two times per day. The local distributor for Hill’s knew I was a rescue kitty and donated my food!
That was last November. Check back here to read more of my story.
Next, she weighed me. I weighed 15.5 pounds. On my frame, that’s fat. I’m about 30% overweight and that’s morbidly obese. She took photos. No hiding the truth anymore.
Then, I was given my diet. Hill’s metabolic diet. M/D. Only ¼ cup, two times per day. The local distributor for Hill’s knew I was a rescue kitty and donated my food!
That was last November. Check back here to read more of my story.
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