Bad Timing

First off, sorry about the picture. It's my most recent of Sammy. I thought Brian would be amused (and he was). That's not what my posting is about though. Well, it's about Sam, but not about Sam going potty. It's about my bad timing with Sam. I decided to put him on a diet. As you can see, he's getting a little hefty. In his prime he weighed 105 - 110. If we went to the vet and he was above 110 I would get a stern look and severe words of "advice" from the vet about how to help him lose a few pounds. Now he weighs 133. He's getting older and sleeps about 23 1/2 hours a day. So I thought some diet food might be good for him. I waited until all of the good food was gone and started him on the diet food on Sunday. For the first couple of days he thought it was great because it tasted different. By Wednesday he was following me around begging for more food. On Thursday PJ went into heat. Now Sam can't hardly stand being in the same room as her. And she follows him around nonstop. So not only is he hungry, but he's crazed with emotions he can't understand. It's going to be a long weekend!