Hey, Fellow FurKidz on forced D-I-E-T-S ~

Try askin yer Momz an Dadz what "their" White Coats say bout "their" *weight*! Letz jest see who otta be on a d-i-e-t...

Our Dad wuz jumpin into his cloth furz the udder mornin and tried to put on a "old" shirt fur piece. Wunna those liddel round button thingys went *sproooinggg* an flew'd clear cross the bunkroom. Did a *boink* rite onna Kat's butt . Dad sez a buncha nawtee wurdz and took a newer shirt fur outta the klozet. Phunnie how our furskinz nebber seem to *shrink* inna warsh and get too small, huh?

An get this ~ We gotz wunna those tables like the Vet has wiffa meter thingy dial - onleee it don't go up-an-down. Sitz rite onna floor inna baffroom. Dust a mile deep onna dial. I axked Dad why he nebber climbs on an looks atta meter dial. Got a lotta mumblin an dirty looks. Oh, well... time to head for the Ranch an anudder *skimpy* dinner.