Timmy tips the scales at....(you'll be surprised!)

Timmy requested that I write this post, in his defense. Apparently, he checked our Facebook page and found that 250 people (and still counting!) had read the post entitled "Plump, chubby, portly...." and he wants to defend himself.

This one: http://myanimalcare.org/2014/02/12/plump-chubby-portly-round-chunky-paunchy-and-prosperous/

So he requested that I take these photos of him...with him posing at a more "accurate" angle, you know....

See? It was the angle. I'm not really "plump or chubby or portly or even round"...

It was the angle, I tell you...

I swear I'm not any rounder than, say...Vincent here.

Or even Rosie.

Okay, okay, let the scales speak for me. Weigh me! Go ahead, weigh me!

I did. I carried the rotund (oops!) one, I mean, Timmy, and weighed us both and then subtracted my weight.

Guess what, based on this bathroom scales (which I know, isn't exactly accurate up to the second decimal place), Timmy weighed no more than 6kg.

REALLY?!!

Yes, really.

I did it twice too.

Timmy weighs no more than 6kg.

I told you!!
I told you!!
I told you!!

I am NOT plump. I told you so!!

And then, it was dinner time, so I prepared their food in the kitchen.

Hey!!! Stop it, you two! That's everyone's share!!

Heidi likes to dine alone in the kitchen.

She isn't much into socialising.

So I scooped her a small bowl and took the big bowl out to the patio.

Dinner!!

After 15 seconds...

Slurp...I'm done!

I don't suppose I'm getting seconds, am I?

Normally, Daffodil is the last to finish so Timmy has to wait until she finishes before he is let out.

So I'm sitting patiently here in the cage waiting for you two to finish your meal. Tell me...is this a form of abuse? Making me watch two cats eat while my bowl is empty. Hmmph!!

Hurry up, you two, will ya?

I'm just sitting here in my red litter box minding my own business. 

After 10 minutes or so...

Can you two hurry up already? 

I'm growing old just sitting here waiting for you two....

After 15 minutes or so...

I think I've already grown a beard...

Finally...

You can come out now, Timmy...

Just so you know, I'm not coming out. 

I know there are some leftovers in that bowl over there, but aha...I'm not coming out.

What? You think I'm desperate or something?

Wait...who's that calling me plump, chubby, round and all that? Who's that calling me greedy? 

There's food in that bowl, and I'm sitting in my cage with the door wide open. So, who is greedy, eh? 

By the way, Timmy climbs UP these carriers every morning, pushes open the kitchen window and..

...comes through the window to "watch" me preparing breakfast.

Yeah...so WHO says I don't exercise, right?

I climb that stack of carriers every morning without toppling them over sometimes, you know. Hey, that calls for precision climbing and good control of muscles. Great exercise, you know. You should try it too.

As Aunty Joy says, we are disciplined eaters and we exercise, but we are just round. It takes all kinds to make the world, you know. I'm just different, that's all. 

Think Sammo Hung, folks. Try calling him plump, paunchy, rotund and all that jazz... 

Now, HE is my new hero. No more Timothy Dalton, man. I'm going for real kung fu here. 

I'm round and happy. That's just the way I am.

Happy Days are Here Again,
The Skies Above are Clear Again,
Let us Sing a Song of Cheer Again,
Happy Days...are...Here...Again!!!

Timmy lives in the moment and that is why he is a happy cat!!