Flashes of Panic

The vet’s undoubtedly sensible advice was to not weigh Iz again until he’d been on his new diet for six weeks, “so we wouldn’t get discouraged,” but I need more frequent check-ins to stay focused on the task at hand. So today I weighed myself, then me plus Iz, and he was down 0.2 pounds*. This is a pretty good drop, not unlike a person my size losing two pounds. However, there’s some dissent about the appropriate reaction to this.

Me: This is great. Let’s stick to the program, and we’ll get you back to goal weight in no time!

Iz: This is great. Let’s celebrate. Ice cream? I’m buying. Can I borrow $10?**

* Assuming the scale is accurate to .05 pounds. It’s precise to 0.1, but how accurate?

** Of course, since he can’t talk, this is just my interpretation. It’s possible that a great deal of the personality of this very personality-ful cat comes right out of my own head.

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