Fat, furry alarm clock

Lola, my cute tabby cat (that's her on the left, not just some cat model lifted from Google), has packed on some serious lard.

She's getting orca-fat.

When she jumps off of a piece of furniture, there's a serious thud. She makes fat old-lady sounds when she jumps too. It's pretty pathetic

I'd like to say it's because the weather is a bit cooler and she's getting ready for the winter.

But the fact is, kitty likes to eat. And eat. And eat. And between feedings, she's not running marathons. She's pretty much flopped on her side, working up the energy to make it back to the food dish.

I know she eats all day while I'm at work, but I can't take up the food (I have another cat without a binge problem; she's a dainty eater). So I'm putting up the food at night when we should all be sleeping anyway.

It's not been a popular decision.

When the sun comes up, Lola cannot wait one. minute. longer. She hops up on the bed (Whump! Fat Old Lady Noise). I get a little are you awake? meow. Then she tries to lick my nose. Then she (not so gently) bats at my nose (oops! were my claws out? so sorry!). And, as a last resort, she grabs a mouthful of my hair and puuuuuuulls.

OK! OK! I'm up!

Sigh.