Fat Luck

*He is too fat to fit in his condo. Notice how his paw sticks out.

Last time the Lucky was at the vet, he weighed 18 lbs.

He is quite fat. When I take him to his vet, he usually tries to muffle his laughter when he sets Fat Luck on the scale. Then he scolds me for not monitoring Lucky's diet, but I swear I can see him trying to cover up his smile. Healthy or unhealthy, fat cats are funny.

When Lucky was young and light, he would jump on top of my refrigerator, where all the chips and cereal were stored, and I would come home from school to ripped apart bags of Doritos and clawed up Coco Puffs all over the kitchen floor. I didn't want to believe it was Fat Luck. I tried to pretend that it was my roommate instead.

But one day, I accidentally left the cat nip out on the kitchen counter. I came home to Fat Luck passed out on the kitchen floor amidst Doritos, Coco Puffs, Oreos, and thousands of flakes of cat nip sprinkled about. Maybe it was a cry for help.

Today, Fat Luck has a special diet. He gets crystals in his urine, so I have to buy him really expensive crunchies (dry food)--$23 8 lb bag of crunchies.

That means that Lucky weighs more than double the amount of crunchies he eats.

Maybe if I get him up to triple that amount, he won't be able to jump on my couch or bed to pee on it.