My feral furbaby Moose seemed unconcerned when he saw this. (He's not fat, he's big boned.) ;-) My feral furbaby Moose seemed unconcerned when he saw this. (He's not fat, he's big boned.) ;-)I bet that kitty could really lay down the Zot! We need to enlist it.
New set of pictures for troll invasions on FR...sweet.
Yikes! It's just awful.
Somebody say "big"?
You're not going to believe this...
It's what's for dinner!
(Fat Freddy's Cat Reference)
Breaking news: Richard Simmons just hopped on a plane to China...
Chinese fat cat eh? I got a name for it:
Meow Tse Tung!
fat cat bump
But what's his (?) name (and gender)? The news item treats him like an "it."
My cat weighed 30 lbs at one point in his life.
Lack of exercise? A cat???
We have two Maine Coon cats, and the bigger of the two is about 25 pounds. He's a little chunky but not *that* fat. He's big enough that when he sits on his haunches and stretches (which he likes to do) he can hook his claws on my belt, and I'm 5'11". He's just plain BIG.
Male Maine Coons can easily break 20 pounds, and the breeder we got him from in Georgia has a couple others of around the same size. He's not bright (OK, he's dumb as a post) but he's our lovable lunkhead.
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Bob owned a kennel in Lombard, Illinois, a western suburb of Chicago. I used to pop into Bob's office every now and then. Usually snoozing on his desk was Morris. Took up half the desk. Morris was one big, lethargic cat, although nothing like the Chinese tabby in this article.
Bob liked to have an adult beverage or two at the bar of a local eatery. He'd put Morris on the bar stool next to him and Flaherty, the bartender, would fetch a little bowl of cooked chicken livers from the kitchen.
Morris would put his paws up on the bar and start eating the meat, in his trademark finicky way, of course.
I always loved to see the old neighborhood drunks who would walk behind the row of bar stools, see the cat slurping something, walk on......and then in the classic double-take maneuver, stop cold, take another look and then resumine walking on, shaking their heads and virtually pinching themselves.
Sometimes Bob would leave Morris sleeping (as he usually was) in the restaurant's dark parking lot in the back of his station wagon till closing time. I asked him if he wasn't afraid someone would steal his meal ticket. He shook his head and said no, there's no amount of insurance he could afford that could ever be enough to replace Morris.
I have a nice photo of myself cradling Morris, a task in itself as he weighed a ton. However, he was half asleep (as he usually was) and offered absolutely no psychodynamic resistance when I picked him up, LOL.
Morris was known in the trade as the "Clark Gable of Cats". Believe me, there was no resemblance at all. Oliver Hardy, maybe, but not Clark Gable.
Morris might have been fat, but he had a deadpan face that was all enchanting....when he was awake, that is (which he usually wasn't).
Leni