This diet is awful.

First there's not enough food. Then there's too much of it, and it's almost all bad.

Long before we started traveling from mini-house to mini-house, the humans were very troubled about my weight. Every week, I'd get put on the scale and she'd be upset about it. We went through a variety of unpleasant foods before settling on one I was willing to eat. She never gave us enough of it. Every morning, Jasper and I had to stand on the bed, calling her and tapping at her face until she finally got up to feed us.

We went through this every single morning. You'd think she would have learned, but that's humans for you.

Now that we're traveling, however, she gives us plenty of food. There's still not enough of the crunchy food, but more than enough of the mushy, strong-smelling meatlike substance.

Now, whenever I get weighed on the scale, she keeps putting me in front of the dish of meat-mush. For days afterward, she's constantly waking me up to bring me to the dish of mush. It's as if she doesn't believe that I can smell it. Humans may not have any sense of smell, but trust me; I can smell the meat-mush even after they've washed the dish and put the remains through the growler in the kitchen sink.

It's a strong smell. If I wanted to eat it, I'd go over to the dish on my own. But I didn't want it. I even decided to fast for a day. That was a bad idea. She completely overreacted and is feeding me a watery chicken pudding.

It's awful stuff. Jasper and I refused to eat it when she put it in the dish. Now I get fed like a human baby. I've been spitting it out like a human baby too.

Passive resistance is going nowhere, and I can't just ignore this behavior. I hate to resort to drastic measures again, but the humans are really slow. If she tries to feed me after tomorrow's weighing, I may just have to draw some blood.