What a great tubbo! We have nine cats (every witch e-hem, I mean life, should have nine cats). One of ours is called Tank because he is so huge. The big ones are great because you can torment and mangle their rolls of fat.
*smo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-otch*
Kearen is a luv.
But she's got Diva attitude to her.
My previous cat died in August of 98, and my father picked Kearen out as a replacement cat.
Guess who Kearen goes all lovey for when she sees them?
Not me, no.
Her nose turns pink and she trills and fluffs herself up when she sees my dad.