I was just talking about his strange behavior. There is nothing wrong with his size or health. His diet is fine. I have three cats. The two "big" cats are my old boys and weigh around 18-20 lbs each. The "little" is a relative term. I'd guess he's around 12-14 lbs, but can't be sure without being able to hold him to get an accurate weight. And the other two aren't fat either. They are just big cats. I get them to the vet regularly and she said they are normal for their size, no special diets or anything recommended. And judging by the chart at the vet's office when you look down on them from above to see if their belly sticks out or pulls in, all three seem fine to me.

Everything is relative, of course. I refer to the old boys because the oldest will be 20 years old this August and the other is 15. The little guy is only 7.

what a cute kitty!! :)

He's gorgeous; he looks like a Russian Blue.

One of my black half-Siamese cats will fight to get lettuce leaves, baby bok choy, and mushrooms. She comes running when I make salad or stir fry. She'll snatch these vegetables right out of my hand and slink away with them, growling, as if she were carrying a mouse. And she'll eat these things, too, or mostly. Cats are deeply weird.

They do have a greater sense of smell than we do and I have been taught that they like to smell their person when we're not around. Years ago, my oldest boy was hit by a car. It was a nightmare at the time, but he's 20 yrs old now and doing fine. His limp only becomes noticeable when there are good treats around. "Look at me, I'm a gimp, please give me some goodies." But anyway, when it happened, someone amazingly took him to my own vet. Considering they were tourists from out of town, it's a great coincidence. And, honestly, I think any other vet would have just put him down. I'm so glad they took him to Dr. Jimmy. He was in pretty bad shape and Dr. Jimmy, who was not only our vet, but a personal friend, didn't even recognize him. It wasn't until he noticed the tag on the collar with the rabies vaccine info that he looked it up and called me. The poor guy had a collapsed lung and Jimmy didn't want to operate because of the risk of the anesthesia so he "invented" a soft cast to set the shoulder for him.

Anway, I'm rambling, as usual.

The point I wanted to make was that the vet told me to put a towel in my bed and sleep with it and bring it in the next day for them to put in his cage while he was healing, to make him feel more at home and comfortable. He was also fantastic about letting me sit there and pet him whiile he was in the hospital until I could take him home. I was working twelve hour days, but I still came every day to see him.