Chunky Monkey

Poor Harvey. We took him to the vet this weekend for a couple of shots, but that wasn’t the worst of his problems…

The doctor said that he’s too chubby and has to go on a diet. Being of the curvier variety myself, I feel for the poor little guy.

This was our first meeting with the new vet and we loved her. Her face lit up when she first saw Harvey, she remarked on how handsome he is numerous times, and she gave him lots of affectionate pets throughout his examination. So clearly she’s very caring and really does love animals, which is important to us. We liked his previous vet in Richmond Hill too, more specifically we liked one of the two doctors working at that practice. The doctor we actually did like was nice, but her bedside manner was much more reserved than the one we just visited. The other doctor at the old vet was a total dick. D hated him almost instantly upon meeting him. He was unfriendly and unkind, not giving a single fuck about anything. He handled Harvey too roughly and barely gave us the time of day when we had questions about Harv’s overall health. Not the kind of person that I want to rely on for my cat’s care. One visit to him was more than enough. Whenever we made appointments for Harv after that one horrendous visit with Doctor Doom, we’d make sure that he would be seeing the doctor we actually liked. It was quite the hassle given their varied work schedules. Needless to say, I was quite selective in picking out Harvey’s new doctor in Toronto. We didn’t want to find ourselves in the same situation.

We were very pleasantly surprised. Like I said, the new doctor was outgoing, friendly, and showed extraordinary care to an animal she was only just meeting for the first time. A total slam dunk.  However, there is that whole diet thing to consider… Poor Harvey. He was called “chunky monkey” no less than 15 times during his visit. I know he’s got a small frame that has filled out generously since we first brought him home. But I didn’t think we’d have to resort to a diet!

The kibble he likes to eat is labelled “weight control”, and he doesn’t eat a single scrap of people food. But he is a bit of a pig for wet food. And as the vet said, the fancy feast he hungers for is equivalent to feeding him pizza for dinner every night. Like a really cheesy, deep-dish, grease ball of a pizza. Oh man, that sounds so fucking awesome. I can’t take that away from him, can I? I love my little Harv as is and I don’t want to deprive him of anything he may want. I mean, it’s not like he’s obese. He just has some extra chub to love, right?

Maybe we need a second opinion. What do you think, reader?

Figure 1: lounging on the bed last Sunday

Getting some evening sun last week

Figure 2: getting some evening sun last week

Figure 3: watching some T.V.

Figure 3: watching some T.V.

Figure 4: hanging out with his friend

Figure 4: hanging out with his best friend

Figure 5: napping alongside me while I read

Figure 5: napping alongside me while I read

Figure 6: joining us for dinner

Figure 6: joining us for dinner (but just for company, not for eating any of our food)

Figure 7: snuggling with D

Figure 7: snuggling with D

Figure 8: greeting me when I get home

Figure 8: greeting me when I get home

Is my darling Harvey a chunky monkey or just a naturally curvy cutie? As long as he’s healthy, I don’t really care how big he is. D and I will love him no matter what. Either way, we can all agree that he’s got a very happy life. And he clearly doesn’t give a damn how he looks. He’d probably be just as happy at ten pounds as he would be at thirty. But that’s because he doesn’t understand the negative impacts a life of excess can have. Which is where I come in…

Perfectly happy as is

Perfectly happy as is

His health and well-being are totally on me. And I don’t want to fuck this up. I want him to keep having a happy life, so I guess that means doing whatever it takes to keep him healthy. If feeding him junky wet food for dinner puts my standard of care in a similar class as that of the douche-bag vet in Richmond Hill, then I need to change that. Because I am nothing like that jerk when it comes to caring for the pets I love. Our new vet is right. She has a great big caring heart, and she’s right. She fell in love with Harv as soon as she laid eyes on him, so I know she wouldn’t steer us wrong.

I’m going to go ahead with the diet because I trust and respect her opinion. And because I want this wacky little kitty to stick around for a very long time.

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24 thoughts on “Chunky Monkey

    • Aww that’s too bad. I find some cats just have an insatiable hunger, and they’ll just eat twice as much if the diet food isn’t satisfying them.
      Thanks for reading! 🙂

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  1. My Ginger tom, Sammy used to eat all his dinner than go and visit the neighbours houses and a few fed him too! we would often walk up the road and see him sitting on someone else window sill looking out. He was one loved and well fed cat lol

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    • Oh I just love ginger coated cats! They have such wonderful personalities. And Sammy sounds like his appetite for friendship was as great as his appetite for food, lol.
      Thanks for reading and sharing a story about your own beloved fat cat.

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  2. We have two cats – the female is slim and much more. Bud weighs about twenty pounds and has a lot of chub. We cut out the fancy feast but that didn’t change anything. Harvey doesn’t look as big as Bud so I think you’re OK. We always make sure to buy urinary tract infection prevention food : )

    Harvey’s awesome! What a beaut!

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  3. Dude, if Harvey is fat, then Agrippa is like the mother from What’s Eating Gilbert Grape. He’s been eating 1 cup of diet food every day, no wet food ever and almost no treats and he’s never lost a pound. Until we moved his litter box to a different floor. Some people, I mean cats, are bigger boned than others I guess.

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    • LOL! He is totally the mom from that movie! Awww, poor kitty. I think cats are like people for sure, some are just naturally fuller. It actually surprised me when the vet said we needed to diet Harv just because he seems so average to me.

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  4. Aww! Poor Harv!
    You should see if you can find some diet wet food, or maybe just limit the amount, like just a spoonful for dessert. Giving up deep dish cheesy deliciousness cold turkey might land you some poop on your bed.

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    • Hahaha, yeah if I can’t take greasy deep-dish pizza away from myself how can I be expected to take it away from Harv? I think we’re going to try and find a weight control wet food. But we still have a cupboard full of Fancy Feast cans, so Harv will get the occasional pizza night, just like us!

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