Since I'm trying not to be mad at my human for cancelling Thanksgiving, I'm trying to believe in the whole universe-knows-better thing. Because when my butt ended up on the scale today, I was super happy the universe saved me from having a bellyful of turkey and pie.
The last time I got scaled, it was not good news. Like 28.something pounds of not-good news. And I'd pretty much given up on ever making the 25lb treat cut off ever again. But check me and my waist out now. 26 freaking pounds!! I'm just a poop away from all sorts of new eatables.
Who needs turkey+pie day when you can go shopping for new treats??