I am trying desperately to get this cat to eat wet food,he hates it, all of it (well the good stuff at least.) and I can't afford a solely wet diet (I am doing it for one meal every other day so 25% of his diet)I personally don't think he's fat or at least not very much. I mean he has what I call his "man flub" right in front of his back legs that hangs a bit but he's not really round at all. They keep comparing him to Willie. They are from the same parents (different litter though) but are from a bad BYB so you don't really know what to expect. Neko looks like a traditional Siamese and Willie looks like a modern with a less extreme head. So Neko is bigger, bigger boned and less sleek. Willie is thin and tall but not large, he's 8 pounds, Neko is 10 or 11 pounds (does not sound like much but it sure looks it). I'll need to get those pics up sometime tomorrow, or I'll try (School is keeping me busy).
He is eating 1/4 cup in the morning and 1/4 cup at night, same as Willie. It's felidae dry food. He gets half of a 5.5 oz. an every other day for dinner but will not eat it so he gets small amount of dry food (I feel bad for him since he's hungry but want him to give in and eat the wet).
I tired taking him for a walk on a harness, talk about a nightmare. I spent time getting him used to the harness and leash. Then out we went. Well something spooked him (no idea what) and he started to run. He got to the end of the leash and lept in the air flipping and turning and was starting to get out of the harness. I stepped forward to loosen the leash and give slack so he could not get out of the harness and my movement towards him freaked him out ten billion times more so he ran like the wind. I did not want him to get out so I stated to chase after him, still holding the leash. All the time I'm trying to calm him with his name and kind, calm words. Keep in mind this is happening fast. so about 10 running steps later he decides I am the enemy trying to kill him and he has no choice but to fight me off. He stops flips around, leaps in the air at my face. So I step back and throw up my arms. As soon as he saw me take that step and retreat he took the opportunity to bolt away, so his nails barely clipped my arms and hands(although they busted a blood vessel in my finger which bled like crazy, hurt like heck and made my finger so stiff it couldn't bend). So he started to run forward, saw the pile of wood against out deck and turned to run up those. So he went up those and tried to go through the bars of the deck but ran right into them. Then he worked through but I was still holding the leash on the other side of the bars. I did not want to let go since he would either run away or run to the door, notice it was closed THEN run away or hurt himself trying to get though. So he notices he is at the end of the leash (he is also between our gas grill and our house which is brick) and he begins thrashing and rolling around frantically smashing into the house and the grill until the racks fall on him and my mom heard them. SO then she runs out and I tell he to open the door and call the cat and just as she did that he worked out of the harness and ran inside.
I went inside to make sure he was OK (and would not attack Willie if he tried to sniff him) but he was fine and came right up to me for an ear and face rub.
So yeah, we can't do that with him. Willie loved being out on the leash but I was slightly paranoid after Neko's incident plus Willie kept trying to make a break for it and meowed CONSTANTLY to go out. My parents said he had to stop because his meowing was driving them nuts.
Oh, and about my last post, don't get me wrong, Neko loves Willie they sleep, play and groom with each other it just has affected Neko's personality towards people.