Little Frodo II

I will preface this with the reminder for some and the information for others, that I believe that cats reincarnate just like we do.  Sometimes they come back to us, or someone near us.  That said, I think most or all of you also know that my Frodo died in April.

 

Well, I know that I've mentioned to at least a couple of you that my friend marynachaotica wrote me recently to tell me that she'd taken in a kitten... and that she was pretty darn sure that it was Frodo.  I didn't doubt it.  Frodo adored her... and she called him "Her Hero" because he stood in between her and a fight going on between Lego and Spike, and wouldn't let her go past.  (meanwhile I waded in between those two squalling hairballs and scruffed em apart to stop the ruckus.) 

 

Today she was finally able to get a picture and I have no doubt any more. That's Frodo there.  She says he's not wall eyed like that.  It's just the lighting and the angle of the camera.  and also he was a little startled by the flash! haha.

 

Almost back to my goal now.

Oh yah.. one other thing.

142# baby!

It's taking  a damn long time to get back down this time. 
But I'm getting there.  12 more pounds to go!

I gained five the weekend of the wedding... Ugh! Sugar bloat sucks!  Destroyed my digestion for the better part of a week too! hahaha, but I got em back off and another one. Give me a few more weeks, and I'll be back where I should be again.

Side note: it is not about the pounds btw. Most people are quite surprised when I tell them what I weigh (maybe it's because I tell them freely).  It's because I'm heavier than they think I am... but I'm also quite muscular, and muscle weighs more than fat.  I just have a bit of extra across the belly and on the sides of my hips/thighs that interferes with some of my favorite clothes fitting right.  So it has to go.  And it only weighs 12 pounds now.  Time for it to go away too.  Now that I'm in the right job for me again, maybe it will just come right on off.  After all, I lost 5 pounds the first week I was out of the office... and I wasn't even trying.  I just wasn't being constantly assaulted with thing I'm not supposed to eat.  Ugh.. Yes I know... no one held a gun to my head... but actually, often I did feel that way, because if I declined birthday cake or anniversary cake, of whatever, I often felt like those who provided it were taking exception, being insulted... so...

Anyway.  Whoo hooo!