Meet the Streets, part three

Meet Missy Cat. She is turning three in May and she has a weight problem (yes, I admit it).

There are two things most often said about Missy: "Wow, she is huge" and "Doesn't she look like she's lost weight?" The latter is said by me about weekly ... if she had actually lost weight every time I've said that, she probably be pretty emaciated by now.

Missy has been on a diet since she was 6 months old. We tried everything from barely feeding her a few kibbles to feeding her LA Weightloss for cats. The vet scorns us annually and continues to prescribe food that costs way too much and does way too little. We even tried to feed her that natural "Evo" cat food that is low in carbs.

So Missy Cat is fat. Get used to it.

Missy doesn't do too much besides look out her favorite window (pictured) and cry for food. But she is an excellent snuggler and likes new people.

She also rules the dogs. You can find Missy sprawled out on the floor, belly up, and the dogs won't bother her. Poor Ana has gotten a face full of claws too many times.

Missy sometimes goes on "cat walks." One Way refuses to walk her. I think he thinks it looks sissy to walk a cat. Really and truly, it isn't like I walk her. I put her outside on the leash and we walk in the front yard. She stops and sniffs and rolls from time to time. She will also chase the occasional squirrel up the tree.

Missy was a present for me when she was a couple months old. My childhood cat Picaso had been killed and One Way thought I would like a "replacement." Though I deny I wanted a cat to this day, I love her dearly. She is probably the most spoiled of all the Streets (next to me, of course!).