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Well here is the story. I was never a cat person. 11 years ago when I crossed the border of Mexico walked to my car in the parking lot, this little 5-week-old kitten came walking up to me. Very skinny and sickly looking. I had a lady friend with four cats so I thought I’d take him home and hopefully she could help find a home for him.
Well he was pretty sick, bloody diarrhea so I took him into the vet, he had some bacterial infection and I had to medicate him 4 times a day for 7 days, after that I got attached to him. He’s now 11 years old and weighs 18lbs. Every time he has a vet visit the vet gets on my case about him being overweight. But try taking his food away from him and he won’t shut his mouth for hours. To this day I believe this cat remembers starving as a kitten. His food bowl can’t even be half full, it has to be completely full at all times.
Here is the little heifer, his name is Lincoln.
Well he was pretty sick, bloody diarrhea so I took him into the vet, he had some bacterial infection and I had to medicate him 4 times a day for 7 days, after that I got attached to him. He’s now 11 years old and weighs 18lbs. Every time he has a vet visit the vet gets on my case about him being overweight. But try taking his food away from him and he won’t shut his mouth for hours. To this day I believe this cat remembers starving as a kitten. His food bowl can’t even be half full, it has to be completely full at all times.
Here is the little heifer, his name is Lincoln.