Done With Summer! (and Chubby Cats)






{skirt: Francesca's, top: Banana Republic, shoes: BCBG (Macy's clearance), bag: French Connection (gift)}

Everyone keeps saying they can't believe it's already September. Am I the only one who can't believe it's NOT December? I'm sick of shaving my legs, having a quarter-cup of sweat swishing around in my clothes when I'm outside, and getting eaten alive every night by mosquitoes the size of buffalo.

We've been putting it off, but now that it's the first day of a new month, Kevin and I are officially putting our cat Kiwi on a diet. Rule of thumb: when your pet looks like they could fill out a pair of apple-bottom jeans better than you, you know it's time for an intervention. We're going to give her less kibble (and stop the secret-office-treats Kevin doesn't know about) and try to get her exercising/playing a bit more. Needless to say, we're going to have a moody cat around the house for a while. We've tried this before and she acted like anyone does on a diet - scratched us whenever we walked by and scoured the kitchen floor for any sign of crumbs.

By the way, this is our cat (pre-diet). Now when I refer to "Kiwi" in the future, you'll know we're not living with some random New Zealander.