It's Not Fair!

Strombeek seems to be staying steady at close to fifteen pounds. The only thing this diet is accomplishing is pissing her off.

It's not just that Louie gets to eat kibble, but that he gets a breakfast like on the back of a cereal box.

(The mug of water is their temporary water dish. They're on drinking fountain restriction for the week.)

Louie's like, what? I don't stare at you while you eat. (I guess he forgot about when she started on the Friskies and. . . well, I guess he didn't so much stare as lurk in the background. )


Things are getting pretty tense around here. Anybody know of a good cat whisperer?