Do you see that belly? Our downstairs neighbor – soon to depart for IN – calls her Butterball, now. And whenever I take her out on her leash, someone invariably asks me if I take her out so she can get some exercise, or they ask if she’s pregnant. I’m glad she can’t speak English.
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Gee maybe time to put that one on a diet? 🙂
I wouldn’t worry about it. As far as I’ve always been concerned, a fat cat is a happy cat!