Posted by on Jul 10, 2020 | 12 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Well, that’s my name for the class I (am supposed) to take with my newly-acquired friend, the anthro/avatar who leads mama’s Lumowell Low-impact Cardio workout, haha.

Am I really going to have to EXERCISE along with being starved each night and morn?

And do anthros really jump around and do derriere kicks and body twists and leg lifts and high-knee walking whilst throwing high punches in the air?  There’s no accountin’ for anthros.

Weirdsville.

You see, with my newly found alien powers, I am certain beyond a shadow of a doubt (whatever that is) that I am losing centimeters daily around my middle simply by rolling in the mulch in the garden.  I mean, that probably burns more calories than any exercise an avatar could talk me  into…

Hey, I roll for a good, say, two minutes!  So what is this 50-minute thingy that mama touts for me to get in shape?  Have you EVER seen a kitty do ANYTHING for 50 minutes?

Uh…