"Dad" wanted to include Boots, the Kat, in the weigh-in; so we took the UPS scale home.
Now it's all of 4-5" x 6" big on top...

Dad grabs a Kat and plunks him down onna scale and letz go. *ZIPP* Kat's inna fallin wadder klozet and the scale's tipped over faster thana eye *blink*.

Dad getz a baking sheet to make the top bigger. Adjusts the scale to reed zee-row.
Kat sees more activity inna baffroom and sprints out. After a lengthy chase round the house, Kat placed gently onna cookie sheet which is balanced onna scale. Wow, Dad! That cookie sheet did three flipz afore it hit the floor! Kat found behind drapes in living room.

Next; Dad empties the pillow outa it's bag and tracks down Kat. Kat stuffed into pillow bag and is returned to baffroom. Kat inna sack, cookie sheet and scale brought into alignment. Kat extends razor-klawz, opens pillow sack with surgical precision, dumps kat krunch bowl vaulting off sink top, and seeks refuge unner BigBed. Dad cleans up kat krunch and attempts to straighten now bent cookie sheet... Pillow sack gotz openings in boff endz now.

**Ding** New plan... Kat dragged, *hisssssing* and *Grooowwwwling* from unner the bed. Baffroom scale pulled out. Unhappie Kat an Dad jump on scale; reading taken. Kat released to pout in undisclosed seekrit location. Dad jumps on scale for solo reading (a hunnert an HOW many, Dad?).
Shuddup! You two are next! {Uh-Ooooh}

After blotting the red stuff leaking from his multiple lacerations onna handpawz an arms; Dad grabs SmokeMan and me, too.

Now ebberbuddie's unhappie...
Kat weighs bout 12 pounds (3ppp)...
Smokey is listed as 38 pounds - way too low...
And me, Cinder, came in at 52 pounds - an I demand a recount cuz that's 2.5 lbs mor'en the White Coat said. We don't tink Dad kan sertrakt rite!

Sure wish you Two-Leggerz wuld quit talkin bout poundz! I'm prolly gonna looze summore krunch pieces in my dinner tanite!