Fuzz and I have been officially told by the vet that we need to lose weight. Fuzz's target is at least 10 lbs, so that is mine too. And my Mom wants to lose that much since that is what she gained since we moved to Memphis (was I supposed to tell you that?) Anyway, so all our food has been reduced. I am fine cause I can chew on tennis balls. Mom is eating salads but would rather be eating bread. Fuzz is the most miserable. He keeps waiting for more food in his bowl. Oh well. I guess this means pizza is not being delivered anytime soon.