When we bought this house, there was a buying bonus included in it - 1 free barn cat named Boo. The first few moths, we could not entice Miss Fatty into the house and we soon tired of climbing up a ladder in the barn to the loft to put food in her dish. Slowly, we coaxed her into the house (okay, we locked her in the laundry room) and after a few more months, she started to explore the house. She is the sweetest, gentlest cat and she has wiggled her way into our hearts. She has also gone full circle from never coming inside to never going outside. She roosts in a big wooden bowl on the dining room table or the end of our bed 98% of her fat life-the other two percent are spent eating copious amounts of food and digging in her litterbox. She is so fat, she looks permanently preggo and when she goes up and down the stairs, she kangaroo hops. I have yet to see her exceed the speed of a fast walk. To really get the point of her extreme gargantuan size, her back is oily because she can't bend enough to properly clean her fur. She is gross...she is ours.
I came around the corner and she was sitting on the mat with all her paws tucked into her gut-she looked like a limbless cat and I had to take a picture of her Royal Chunkness.
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