Today’s guest post introduce you to Creekview Carol and his family. Please find their post below.
Hi,my name is Carol. I live with a very “interesting” bunch. A few months ago I started a blog to share my many observations. And now that it’s going well, some of my siblings want to use MY blog as their platform to get attention. Very irritating. But, anyway….
As a blogger, I enjoy reading other cats’ (and, don’t tell anyone, dogs’ AND humans’) blogs. After the New Year I noticed lots of bloggers talking about eating better and getting in shape. Now, I have no control over what I eat. If I did, I’d at least get wet food every day like the furry beasts in my house.
But I can control how much activity I get. And looking around at my brothers and sisters, I think we ALL could use a little more activity. Sure, our moms walk the furry beasts every day. But otherwise they just lie around and chew on bones or sleep. In fact, the furry beast, Sherman, was begrudgingly entered in a Biggest Loser Challenge at the veterinarian’s suggestion. My brother, Steve, is always talking about wanting tighter abs. And the two old ladies, Violet and Ethel, well, all they do is lie around.
So that got me to thinking: Catsercize. Yes, we needed to start an exercise regimen. I talked to the smallest furry beast, Eggnog, who’s become a little round in the middle. She was all for the idea! Said her sweaters and jackets have gotten a little tight and she could afford to lose a few ounces. Great!
Eggnog said she’d help me get the others on board. When we told Sherman (aka The General) our plan, he looked up from his chewy (which he’s not supposed to have because of his diet) for a second, then went right back to chewing. Didn’t even give us a grunt of acknowledgment. Jerk. The other furry beast, Walter (the nervous one of the bunch), was worried he would lose too much weight and die. Moms told us that Walter’s the reason the furry beasts get wet food every day. They’re trying to fatten him up. All his nervous energy makes him skin and bones, they say. I say a little exercise might make him leaner and increase his appetite, but he won’t listen. He’s too afraid of dying.
My brother Steve – who is ALWAYS obsessing about his abs – said Catsercize sounded lame and he works out “for real.” Whatever. One of the old ladies, Violet, told us she has very bad arthritis and just walking can be a chore some days. Finally someone with a legitimate excuse. But Ethel, who harbors ambitions of a singing career and whose saggy gut was featured on Katzenworld’s Tummy Rub Tuesday TWICE (wouldn’t that be motivation enough?), said she’s trying to focus on her vocals and needs to spend every spare minute rehearsing. We’re all painfully aware of that.
That just left Eggnog and me. Problem is, now Eggnog has an issue with it being called “Catsercize.” She says it’s too feline-centric. She wants a form of fitness that’s all inclusive. But this is the only kind of exercise I know. I’m a cat. So it looks like my idea’s a bust. It’s too bad. We’d even made outfits to wear.
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