The Battle of the [Buttonwillow] Bulge

Last week I realized that my Studio Assistant Buttonwillow was overdue for a check-up. We found a very nice veterinary clinic in our new town called Third Street Veterinary Hospital with a very nice staff and a very nice veterinarian named Dr. Stan Wood, who examined my little fluff monster. The good doctor must be something of a snake charmer, because my little darling did not growl, hiss, squirm, nor did she bare her razor sharp teeth or claws once. It was nothing short of a miracle.

And here is the prognosis:

Buttonwillow is fat.

To the tune of four pounds too fat. The doctor has placed her on a VERY strict diet.
Here is her reaction to the situation. I've translated it into English for you:


WHAT?!!!
Apparently the Good Doctor has not seen my Physical Phitness Tutorial where I so adeptly prove that I can touch my toes. Can you touch your toes?

Here is the scoop for measuring out my meals.
Wait---did you say meal? I could've sworn you said meal instead of meals.
You need to enunciate better.

You've got to be kidding.
One scoop-full is supposed to last for a whole day?! Excuse me while I go call the ASPCA.

Here, let me give you a little better perspective on this insanity. I will place my dainty little paw on the scoop so you can see just how tiny this scoop is. It's so small, I can't even fit my dainty little paw inside.

And let me just point out that I'm not the one around here who eats doughnuts like they are going out of style. You'll notice that this box of Voodoo Doughnuts is completely empty. They didn't even leave me a crumb. I'm getting a little steamed.

What? You say I look like I'm possessed?
Well, maybe it's the fact that I'm sitting in an empty pink doughnut box that says VOODOO on it...

...Or maybe, just maybe, it's the fact that I am
going-out-of-my-mind-I'd-even-eat-a-dead-rat-STARVING.
HELP ME!

Please leave your diet tips for Buttonwillow in the comments section of this post. They will be greatly appreciated.