Thursday, July 07, 2005
Gross But True...
Today's strip is kind of gross...but it's so true.
I swear, Artemis is bulemic. Or just such an incredible pig... She sits down to gorge herself on food -- usually when I fill it up. And more times than I care to admit, less than 10 minutes after she's pigged out...
...it all comes back up again.
I'm convinced it's pure gluttony on her part, and not a sickness thing. I mean, she's a frisky, spry 14-15 year old. She's slightly fat and pretty darn happy. And she's been doing this for years.
I think it's psychological...dating back to one dreadful year right after college when it was just Artemis and I, living alone in a rented 'shack' - a garage that was converted into a one-bedroom house. It was bug infested and we were living on baked potatos and toast -- oh, and ramen when it was on sale. All I could afford at the time. Artemis got cheap-ass kitty food, but when the bag ran dry...some times I tried to tide her over with moistened bread.
I seriously don't know how either of us came out of that year overweight... LOL. Artemis was probably enhancing her bread diet by killing bugs. She's quite the little hunter, named, of course, for the virginal Greek goddess of the hunt.
Until next time,
Alpha-mom.
I swear, Artemis is bulemic. Or just such an incredible pig... She sits down to gorge herself on food -- usually when I fill it up. And more times than I care to admit, less than 10 minutes after she's pigged out...
...it all comes back up again.
I'm convinced it's pure gluttony on her part, and not a sickness thing. I mean, she's a frisky, spry 14-15 year old. She's slightly fat and pretty darn happy. And she's been doing this for years.
I think it's psychological...dating back to one dreadful year right after college when it was just Artemis and I, living alone in a rented 'shack' - a garage that was converted into a one-bedroom house. It was bug infested and we were living on baked potatos and toast -- oh, and ramen when it was on sale. All I could afford at the time. Artemis got cheap-ass kitty food, but when the bag ran dry...some times I tried to tide her over with moistened bread.
I seriously don't know how either of us came out of that year overweight... LOL. Artemis was probably enhancing her bread diet by killing bugs. She's quite the little hunter, named, of course, for the virginal Greek goddess of the hunt.
Until next time,
Alpha-mom.
