Clever Cats and Fatty-Fats

I've long been baffled by our inability to slim down Barry. As far as cats go, he runs the gamut of standard cat traits, he's very bright, occasionally cruel (mostly to buggies and his carefree if not remarkably stupid sister Pickle), greedy and impressively stubborn, so initially i just thought he was too fond of his fat to let it go, even when we feed him the minimum of one half cup of dry food a day. It's not much, a half cup, in fact it looks painfully small, but we were told that is all an adult cat needs, even though most cats out there eat far more and usually pay the consequence.

Well turns out Barry has found a way of supplementing his diet. No, not from stealing from Pickle, which he sometimes does when he knows he can get away with it, and no, I'm not talking about 'cleaning' the knives I use to make peanut butter sandwiches in the morning and leave in the sink still coated with a slight layer of peanuty fatty goodness that are shiny and clean looking when i come home. No, last evening Croftie discovered that Barry has found yet another interesting source of pure delicious fat when she blundered out into the kitchen in the early morning hours to find him sitting on the counter, licking away at the the sides of the Olive oil bottle.