Alladin

Alladin went to the vet yesterday for his first Program injection after we found a flea in the house. Awww… first flea!

First, let me say that Alladin is pretty danged good in the car. He was calm and quiet on the way there, just kind of sitting in the crate staring at me. When we got to the vet and I let him out, he did his typical “sniff everything and explore” thing and wasn’t bitey or mean to anyone. The vet tech brought the scale in and Alladin thought it was the perfect thing to go stand on to be weighed. So we got his weight….

15 freaking pounds!

And this isn’t a fat cat– he’s still got the adolescent face going, even. He’s just BIG.

He took his shot like a good boy, didn’t struggle or bite or anything, which is funny since he struggles and bites all the rest of the time.

Anyway, afterwards, we got back in the car and I buckled his crate in, and then that silly cat actually laid down and pretended to take a nap! What a freak!

He was rewarded with over an hour of fetch last night, plus we lifted the sofa up and pulled some of his toys out of the black hole underneath the sofa.

15 pounds…. how the heck am I gonna keep him fed?