Fellow felines, gather around, because I, Caty Zuzu, have a shocking confession to make: I’ve let myself go. That’s right, I’ve become flabby.

It all started when I was lounging in the sun one day and my human friend came over to give me a belly rub. At first, it felt good – who doesn’t love a good belly rub, am I right? But then, I noticed something alarming. My belly felt… well, flabbier than usual.

At first, I tried to brush it off. Maybe it was just a trick of the light, or maybe I had eaten a little too much catnip the night before. But as the days went on, I couldn’t ignore the truth any longer. I was getting flabby. It was a harsh realization for a cat who had always prided herself on being sleek and agile.

Now, I know what you’re thinking: “Caty, you’re a cat. You’re supposed to have a little belly! It’s cute!” But let me tell you, fellow felines, there’s nothing cute about feeling out of shape. I used to be able to jump from rooftop to rooftop with ease, but now I struggle to make it up onto the couch. 

So, I decided to take action. I started watching my portions – no more endless bowls of kibble for this cat. I also started incorporating more exercise into my daily routine. I would chase imaginary mice around the house, pounce on unsuspecting insects, and even do a little kitty yoga in the mornings.

And you know what? It’s working. I can feel myself getting leaner and more toned by the day. Of course, it’s not always easy. Sometimes, I still catch myself eyeing that extra treat or napping in the sun instead of playing. But then I remember my new mantra: “No pain, lots of gain (aka flab)”.

So, fellow felines, if you’re feeling a little flabby yourself, don’t despair. Just take a leaf out of my book and start taking care of yourself. Trust me, your belly will thank you.