The other day I had to take one of our precious fur babies to the vet. It was that time where he needed to get updated on his vaccinations and get an examination to make sure he was happy and healthy. The one thing I love about the vet we go to is that every time we go they are so nice to my cats and they are reasonable when it comes to pay. So I do the usual routine where I grab the crate and lay it with puppy pads since Midnight likes to leave presents after a vet visit. He hates being man handled and will seem fine until we are driving back home. Then he decides its best that I know how he felt about the visit. 

With the crate lined with puppy pads I pick up Midnight and put him in the carrier. From there we then get in the car where I buckle the crate in place. After I’m out of the garage and five minutes from the vets office he decides to fuss about the whole thing. He starts meowing quietly in the back. Talking to him seems to calm him. Once we get to the vet, we get out of the car and go inside. They greet us like always and immediately we are in a little private room. I sit down and the veterinarian lets Midnight out to explore. Immediately he realizes that Midnight is a bobtail and gives the usual reaction. "Awww he’s a cute little bobtail!" and he smiles wide. 

I always love bringing my cats to the vet. They give me the same reaction each time they see them. Usually its surprise with a happy smile. Once Midnight settles in we get down to business and start talking about his medical history and I give them more background on where he came from. Unfortunately Midnight is mostly a mystery. We don’t know where he came from, or if an owner abandoned him. All we know is that he is so sweet and were sure he must have been interacting with humans his whole life. He's too friendly with humans to not have been around them. The veterinarian is a little concerned and I get why he wanted to know more. After all he came from outside to being inside and lives with another cat and two people. We talk more about the way he breathes and the concerns about that. It almost sounds like a weeze but it doesn’t seem to affect him at all. 

After we get through the details they weigh him. It turns out that he gained two pounds since his last check up!

HOW?!

We put them on a regular diet and had to do scheduled feedings since he likes to gorge on his food every single second of the day. The cocnern when we first brought him home was that Spice would try to keep up with him if we left the automatic feeder out all the time. So we decided to feed them in the morning and evening to lessen that chance of making Spice sick and to control how much they eat at a time. As to how he gained the weight and where he got it from, we have no idea. Maybe it was all that extra feedings on cockroaches? Who knows. Either way we have proceeded to start calling him "Fat Bastard" since he now has to go on a less calorie diet. Poor kitty. 

If it weren’t for the vet we probably wouldn’t have noticed. Thanks for letting us know that he’s literally been vacuuming up the food instead of eating slowly. Now to adjust accordingly.