Here's an article from Fox News on fat pussycats. All of ours are in pretty good shape (Oscar's doing much better. By the way, the Hill's Prescription didn't acidify his pee so we changed brands to Royal Canin and it did) although they're indoor cats, of course. The article suggests taking your cat for a walk on a leash. Yeah, right, in Barcelona that's sure a great idea.

The fat cat is my mother-in-law's, Fidel. (I named him Fidel Cat-tro.) He's huge. He just wandered into her town, Vallfogona, looking pretty skinny and beat-up, and she took him in. He very quickly caught on to the concept "I been poor and I been rich, and honey, rich is better." He has vowed that he will never go hungry again and so he eats everything he can find and demands more. He's probably about a twenty-pounder, maybe a little more. Boy, is he a tub of goo. When he sits down you can't see his back feet, only his Friskies gut bulging out.