I had no idea how difficult it would be to cut Yella to one meal per day as our vet recommended.
I should have known better. After all, if it was going to be easy, I would have done it already.
Yella is not happy and is pulling out all the stops to convince me to not follow through.
Here are just some of the tactics he has employed to wear me down:
- From the moment I wake up, he starts meowing at me to get my ass in gear and get downstairs to feed him.
- He wolfs down his food, then tries to sneak and eat his brother’s food. Graybie is complicit and will walk away and allow Yella to take over his bowl. Because Graybie wants to eat close to his brother, I have to stand close and supervise meal time.
- For the rest of the day, whenever I walk by the kitchen, Yella comes and meows to be fed. I have to tell him no, which is hard because he’s just so darned persistent!
I have been engaging in active play with him and all the kitties, and Yella has taken a more active role. He’s also begun playing more often with the self-play toys.
It certainly helps that less feeding means less dish washing, less buying of food, and less litter box scooping.
I believe that my inability to confront his weight problem before has more to do with my depression than with his con-artist ways. I’m glad I’m able to resist giving into him. It will get easier as we go along, especially as he continues to feel better.
Hang in there, Yella!