This is Charlie, one of the three felines that permanently inhabit the vet clinic at which I do my co-op. He is a corpulent cat, relocated from another branch of our vet clinic in a last-ditch effort by the management to aid him in his perpetual battle against the bulge. Exercising him has been added to my daily list of duties.
Some days I admittedly display more enthusiasm toward this cause than others. On one such day I was in a back room with Charlie, pulling a rope toy that he was only too delighted to chase.
‘Come on Charlie! You are going to party off those pounds! I can feel your self-esteem rising! YOU ARE BECOMING MIGHTY!’
I would holler out these, among other quotes, in my best adaptation of Richard Simmons. All that we were lacking was bad 70s music, a bitter disappointment, because there is no way better to lose weight than to sweat to the oldies.
As I was cheering on Charlie with an abundance of fervour, I happened to peer out the door and noticed my co-workers standing there, dumbfounded looks spread across their faces.
‘Charlie takes well to encouragement.’ I mumbled as I exited the room, my tail in between my legs.
By Baja-Ma on Apr 25, 2008 | Reply
Charlie’s cool, yo.
By yoonamaniac on Apr 25, 2008 | Reply
was that why you wished to be an ostrich?
By EssenceOfInsanity on Apr 26, 2008 | Reply
Charlie is adorable. I think there’s a Richard Simmons video somewhere in our TV cabinet…
By Nick on Apr 27, 2008 | Reply
he could’ve worked out to salt n pepa.