When Harley lived in his former home, he pretty consistently weighed 285 grams. Since he's moved in with us, he's pretty consistently weighed 295 grams. My vet wasn't concerned about the weight gain — in fact she was pleased that he hadn't
lost weight when he moved to a new home. But this morning, he only weighed 276 grams. I don't remember exactly when I weighed him last, but it might have been two weeks ago, and that seems like a lot to lose in two weeks.

I think I've mentioned that sometimes it seems like Harley doesn't eat much. I give him a lot of food — food that the Finsters eat, so I know it's
food — but he ignores a lot of it. Mind you, he eats food, but it's hard to know exactly what he's eating, or exactly where his calories come from, or if he's eating too many "snacks," or too much apple, or if he's drinking too much carrot, or if Bruce's inherent weak constitution means that Harley eats more cheese than he should.
So when I read "276" on the scale this morning, I got a little concerned, and I made the mistake of mentioning it to Bruce. I pointed out that Harley was being a little fussy, and that I couldn't get a steady reading on the scale, but no. Bruce glommed on to "weight loss" and immediately started giving Harley more snacks.
Despite the fact that I warned Bruce not to try to get Harley to gain ten grams in a day, Bruce just got a little glint in his eye. By lunch time Harley weighed 296 grams, and after dinner he weighed 305 grams.
Well, it
was Macaroni And Cheese night. But still, I don't think we need to worry about Harley losing too much weight.
Update: I weighed Harley the next morning — that is, November 19th — after his big, morning poop, but before he'd managed to climb down onto the counter to eat too much breakfast, and he was down to 297 grams. We'll call that "fine" and quietly keep Bruce away from Mr. Scale.