Everything came back fine, and we’ve noticed how his entire demeanor has changed. He’s much more active now, and goes up and down the stairs, from the basement to the second floor. He grooms himself constantly, where Matt used to have to brush him because he couldn’t (or wouldn’t) do it himself. When I first got Lincoln, he was a big tom cat, about 16 pounds, but solid and lean. Over the course of the first year I had him, he more than doubled in size. I never thought I would be able to get him to lose weight, but moving his food down into the basement, where he has to use the stairs, has paid off.
Lincoln, our cat who originally inspired the name of the blog, has been quite busy the past year and a half. He’s been busy shedding his 30 pound status. At his last vet’s appointment, he was down to 24 pounds. The vet was so surprised, because this was a 7 pound loss (which is huge for a cat, especially since the average weight of a house cat is around 8 pounds). He ran blood work, just to make sure Lincoln was not suffering from a disease like diabetes or cancer.