Saturday, June 16, 2012

Kitten's Log: Stardate -311447.6

Species 5618, human, attempted to deny me nutritional supplement 01 (aka Wellness Kitten Formula *grain free) today, however my biological counterpart referred to as "Moocifer" joined with me in a cacophony of protest that forced our overseers to comply. First attempt at assimilation of the smaller one by means of attachment to sole of foot was met with a swift raising of defenses. Further incursions will be attempted throughout the coming weeks as the small one's defenses seem especially porous.

In our recent away mission into the extended reaches of our present habitat, we had an unfortunate encounter with a large wooden structure that required extrication by the humanoids. It seems our recent increase in combined weight no longer afforded us the relative stealth it once offered as we traversed the ledge to avoid potential floor impediments. The result of our increased girth offset the functional limitations of pounds per square inch relative to the angle of lean, creating a situation in which we found ourselves pinned underneath the fallen structure. My biologic counterpart has since been informed of her need for dietary restraint.

Our most recent efforts have revolved around a campaign of sleep deprivation derived from knowledge assimilated from species 5618, human, subset Central Intelligence Agency. Known effects to psychologically ‘dislocate’ the target and reduce or eliminate it's will to resist” efforts to obtain intelligence have proven ineffective to date. This suggests prolonged exposure will be required. Our efforts continue despite extensive forceful retaliatory attacks.

Seven of Nine Tertiary Adjunct of Uni-matrix 01. OUT.

Friday, June 8, 2012

Week 10 Weigh In

The girls are getting much fatter.  And we are apparently getting less skilled with the scale.

Our first attempt with Big (their gramma Mayo)...


and our second attempt, which proved far more successful.

Friday, June 1, 2012

Weigh In at Week 9

It has been another exciting week with the Fattingtons.  Slowly but surely they are allowed some supervised visitation around the house and have branched out into the livingroom.  This is none to soon, as both Jane and I were starting to feel like prisoners in our bedroom.

The Fattington twin's get their Week 9 weigh in.
And, of course, shortly after, the girls decide to cram themselves into the tupperware.