My cat Max is gigantic. He’s huge. First of all, he’s been eating his sister’s food. Because Toto is slowly dying, we’re indulging her by feeding her ocean whitefish and tuna, her favorite canned wet food. But her appetite is declining — and Max is pushy — so that big meatball is getting a lot of her food. Plus, I think maybe he’s eating at another house in the neighborhood.
Whatever the case, Max is fat. Like a hippo.
Speaking of hippos, here’s a crazy story about a domesticated hippo, one who thinks she’s a member of the family:
That story is crazy! From everything I’ve ever heard, hippos are Not to Be Messed With. They’re big, mean, and ugly, and they’re perfectly happy to squish you to a pulp. But apparently not Jessica. She just wants to be fed.
Too bad Jessica doesn’t live around here. I could introduce her to our hippo, Max.
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Hippos are not ugly! I think they are great.
You never know. We had a cat who was dying (he had FLV) and we were pretty sure our tubby kitty was stealing his food. After he died, cat #3 (who had always been thin) suddenly gained a bunch of weight. Sick kitty was stealing cat #3’s kibble, basically up to the day he died. One thing I can say for sure, though – your cats are loved, and lucky to have such good cat-parents.