Mr P remarked the other day that Digby seems to be getting bigger. (Mr P is only home at weekends, so is I suppose more likely to notice than I am.) Mr P actually referred to him as a "Fat Bastard",
with a short "A" sound.
Anyway, this morning I decided to weigh him (Digby, not Mr P, he isn't here). My usual method of cat weighing involves me getting on the scales without the cat, then getting on again holding the cat, and subtracting the lesser weight from the larger one.
Digby, however is the sort of cat that if you put him somewhere, his is likely to stay there for some time. (I put him in the bath the other day to deal with a spider, went down to make some coffee, forgot all about Digby and discovered him still in the bath with one paw over the plughole half an hour later when I went for a wee.)
But I digress. I collected Digby from the second shelf in the airing cupboard and placed him on the scales. I looked at the digital display. I took him off, allowed the scales to sort themselves out, then put him on again.
The result was the same. He is only a couple of ounces short of a stone! 