I'm back from retreat and I don't think I can talk about it. In fact, I can't. But as soon as I got back, I went to a birth, had an open house at my clinic and entertained my daughter who was unexpectedly in town. Sheesh, no easing back in or anything.
Lola and Wishbone are, according to the vet, obese and at risk for diabetes and other dread things and they have to go on a diet. Ok, they are rather big, in a nice rounded kind of way. They are not going to like dieting. And they will become those annoying kind of cats meowing at 4 in the morning because they are hungry. Sigh. I haven't told them yet. There will be much wailing and gnashing of teeth.