I may have mentioned that Bella is a cat of considerable girth. She has long been enamored of a tripod box - as a young cat she used to dash through it in pursuit of foil balls (her favorite plaything). As she got older, she lost her ability to fit in the tripod box due to her expanding waistline (do cats have waists?).
Not wanting to contribute to the rapidly growing problem of cathood obesity, I've been cutting back ever so slightly on Bella's rations. And I'm pleased to report that she once again fits in the tripod box! See, here's her head:
And her feet.
After a while, I thought she might actually be stuck in there, and I tried to sort of pour her out. She just gave me a dirty look and scrunched herself back in.
Eventually she did come out on her own.
It was sort of like watching a butterfly emerging from a cocoon.
A big, hairy butterfly.
She's still no Richard Simmons (but would I want her to be Richard Simmons? *shudder* No.). But hey, she can fit in the tripod box again. That's saying something.
Meow.
