I'm afraid of him getting overweight in case he becomes diabetic. Medicating
him would be a nightmare for both of us because he is so timid.

I don't pick him up because he doesn't like it.  He doesn't struggle or
scratch or bite, he just does this "OMG, OMG, I am going to faint" thing if
I do, so I try to avoid it.  I did weigh him once a couple of years ago.  I
can't remember his exact weight now but it was between 7 & 8lbs. He's a bit
more mature now, my estimate would be around 8 and a half lbs.

Tweed

Mimi say her Sweetie not need to rite - she no he lub her.  An she also say
it nice beein fluffy - not need cushons to make sleepy places soft!  Efurry
plays is soft wen  yoo is fluffy!!!

I know.  We go through these phases now and again, my cats and I.  It's when
I suddenly realise "hang on just a minute...am I stupid or what, letting
them tell me what to do?"
The first time was over "we both only eat expensive food"  and I
out-stubborned them over that (although KFC is now on expensive stuff due to
her CRF, she wasn't at that time.)  It was my mistake for getting them a few
treatie foods and somehow nothing else was good enough after that.
I was not too worried if they refused their perfectly good cat food for a
day or two.  I *knew* what they were doing <appropriate scary music>
They were not about to die of hepatic lipidosis (sp) because they were
trying for another tin of pink salmon, and indeed, they didn't.

Second time was over Boyfriend's "let me out, let me in" every few minutes
in the evening.  I did this for a year.  Prior to that I had my back door
open 24/7 because he was so afraid if I closed it.  He would have done this
for ever, this open door policy.  He is safe and he needs to learn that.   I
have closed the door overnight for the last 2 months or so with him inside
the house.  He's getting used to not getting into a panic about it.
I'm quite glad about that.  Having your back door open 24/7 is probably not
that safe (but actually I have done it for years when my dogs got elderly
and could not be expected to hold out for more than a few hours)

Third time is this oh I am so hungry stuff. " I just have to gobble up my
own meal and knock KFC off hers."
The boy is greedy.  No more, no less.
If he carries on doing it, once he has finished his own meal I will have to
put him in the porch while KFC delicately finishes her own meal in an hour
or so.  Which takes some time..which will be difficult in the morning as I
have to go to work just after 8.

That is what Boyfie is doing.  He hoovers up his food, pushes KFC off her
meal that she takes a while to eat, scoffs hers and then claims an hour or
two later that he is starving.
What he is fed is more than adequate.
Kitty is very frail now, she needs all the food she can eat.  I push Boyfie
off her food and put him outside, so then he goes off for a few minutes to
check out the chickens and see if he notices rats.
He does, but if they are big ones with massive teef he says he never saw
any.

Kitty would have put him to shame in her younger days.  "Kill anything, me!"
in a Geordie accent  (will be appreciated by Helen)

Tweed