Well, after Monty an Gary his Hoomin and da rest uv da famlee got onna furst airplane, efurryfing went fine.  No more advenchurs.  If yew don't count lightning inna sky outside da airplane.  Dey did make it to Denfur fine, an den dey got onna plane to Mew York fine, an da plane to Mew York flied an flied throo da lightning an landed just fine.  Da lightning wuz becuz dere wuz a bigbig storm onna east coast dat night.  It wuz so bad dat 5 uv da 8 kitties inna contest didn't efen make it to Mew York.  Dey were stuck in airportz along da way, cuz da planes cudn't fly inna storm.  We don't know how come Monty's plane managed to git throo, but uv course we're all furry glad dat it did.  It wuz probably our purrrrrrs dat we were sending to him throo da ether.

When da plane landed in Mew York (well, actually we understand it landed in Mewark Mew Jersey), da hoominz' sootcases were sitting onna floor in da baggage claim area waiting fur dem (wif lotza other sootcases dat were waiting fur dere owners to find dem too).  An da petfud companee had sent da Pet Taxi to pick efurryone up an take dem to dere hotel.  So off dey went to da hotel inna middle uv Mew York City -- it wuz after midnite, but dat wuz Mew York time, so it wuzn't quite so late in Pacific time.

An when dey checked in an went to dere room, Monty wuz ofur da drugs he'd taked to keep mellow an serene onna airplane, so he checked out da whole room, wif his tail held high inna happytail posishun, an he rubbed his scent ofur da whole room so efurryone wud know Monty wuz dere!  An den efurryone went to bed to git reddy fur da contest which wuz da furry next day!

Da next day wuz da big contest!  It wuz still raining an blowing, an like we sed, 5 kitties an 1 d*g who were inna contest weren't efen able to git into Mew York to be dere in purrson.  But Monty an Gary his Hoomin were dere, an dey went off to da Tavern Onna Green in Central Park along wif Gary's meowmie an his winkwink Laura.  Dere were treets fur da hoomins waiting fur dem in da small banquet room where da contest wuz held (we gess dey didn't fink da kitties shud haf treets, cuz dey were spozed to be starfed-to-def wif da starf-yer-kitty catfud).  An den dere wuz a buffay lunch fur da hoomins.  We gess da kitties an d*ggies hadda eet starf-yer-kitty fud in dere hotels, cuz it duzn't sound like dere wuz enny boofay fur dem -- no moths-onna-stik, no peetza wif mouses, no toona rolls, no nuffin.  Whut a boring buffay dat must have been.  But furst dere wuz da contest!

Da MC uv da contest wuz Dr. Marty Becker, a <gasp!> TED.  He'z edited a couple nice buks about d*gs an cats called Chikkin Soop fur da Pet Lover's Soul an Chikkin Soop fur da D*g an Cat Lover's Soul, an he goes on TV to talk about how to take care uv kitties an d*ggies.  Da judges were da hoomins who belong to last yeer's winners, a TED frum da catfud companee, an a player onna US hoomin female soccer teem.  Eech hoomin went up front wif his kitty or d*g, an talked wif TED Marty while dey showed whut da "befur" weight wuz an den dey weighed da kitty or d*g rite there in front uv efurryone to see whut da final "after" weight wuz.  An TED Marty asked da hoominz questions -- dey were diffrint questions fur eech hoomin, fings like "Why did yew start onna Petfit Program?" an "Tell us about your vet," an fings like dat.

Now Monty's hoomin Gary had thot bout alla fings he cud say about Monty -- about how Monty had picked Gary out to be his hoomin when he wuz hurted inna coldcold night, or how Monty likes countree mewsic, which is da onliest way he'll not yell while riding inna metalmonster (which is funny cuz Monty's hoomin Gary is a classikal mewsishun an duzn't much know bout countree mewsic!), or how Monty an Gary are best buddies -- But did TED Marty ask about enny uv doze interesting fings?  Even bout da t-shirt Gary wuz wearing dat sed "Reel Men Love Cats?" dat our meowmie bot him in Catifornia?  -- NOOOOO, dat TED Marty asked Monty's hoomin to tell all about his TED!  Now we ask yew!  Is dat furry interesting?  Duz ennykitty wanna hear all about a TED?  Uv course NOT!  So Monty's hoomin Gary duzn't fink he did too well answering da questions, cuz he didn't haf enny cute or funny or sweet fings to say about his TED.

And Monty's before an after weights weren't all dat diffrint -- dey sed he weighed 18 pounds to begin wif (though Gary sez it wuz reely 19 pounds), an he weighed almost 16 pounds at da contest.  (Now his TED had already told dem dat once da diabetes got under control an his blood got stabilized, da weight wud go up a liddle -- so it reely shows dat Monty iz doin gud, but nobody asked bout dat!). An den TED Marty asked if Gary had any tips fur other people who wanted to starf dere kitties, an he hadda say dat he wuz lucky to haf a kitty who isn't finicky bout whut he eets, so Monty eeted da starf-yer-kitty fud wifout complaining (except he wuz hungree alla time).  An he didn't gif Monty enny speshul exercises, cuz he wrestles wif Chelsea da d*g an dat wuz bout enuff.

So......MONTY WUZ ROBBED!  He didn't win da contest.  Another kitty named Mew winned.  Mew iz a Siameze kitty (or a part-Siameze kitty), an he had gone frum 18 pounds to 11.2 pounds.  An his hoomin wuz a female whu wuz in college an lived in Massachusetts.  So Mew definitely got starfed more den Monty, but we know our cuzzin Monty wuz da bestest kitty dere, an HE WUZ ROBBED!!!  (Oh yeah -- da d*g dat winned wuz a chiwawaw, an he went frum 15 pounds, which is as big as Monty who is a big kitty, to 7.2 pounds, which is half of where he started.  Wow!  He musta been a reely reely fluffy chiwawaw!)

But Gary an Gary's meowmie sed dat Monty wuz a happy kitty an he wuz nice to efurrybody who camed by dere table to see him.  (Maybe dat wuz anuther reezon he didn't win -- Monty wuz planning to pee onna judges an yell a lot, an he decided not to atta last minnit -- we fink he wudda made an unfurgittable impurreshun if he'd stayed wif his original plan an he wudda winned fur shur!  Well, maybe next time.)

So -- da contest ended, an Monty an Gary an Gary's winkwink an Gary's meowmie all went back to dere hotel.  Monty hided somewhere inna room to sleep an rest agin, an da hoomins all got reddy to go to a concert an spend da next few days seeing da sites uv Mew York.

We don't care whether da dum judges picked some other kitty or not.  Our cuzzin Monty hadda be da bestest kitty dere.  After all, he's OUR cuzzin!

We don't know if Monty iz gonna haf enny more advenchurs in Mew York City or not -- mostly we fink he's gonna sleep inna hotel room an lukkit da city frum da windows, while his hoomins go off an see da sites.  But if dere are more advenchurs, we'll let yew know all bout dem.  Stay tuned.

Here are some links to sites about Feline Diabetes.  There are lots out there, so if you need information, just set your favrit search engine an go!