Fatso

About a year-and-a-half ago our cat, Eve, had kittens. There were three of them - Twitch, Pee-Wee and Fatso. You may think that "Fatso" is a cruel name for any living creature but there was really no other more accurate way to describe him. This kitten was fat. And a pushy. And always ravenous. And sweet. He was the most affectionate of all three of the kittens - loved to be skritched and held and cuddled. Even though he was a big pain (literally), you couldn't help but love him.

Below is a picture of all three kittens when they were a few weeks old. You can see how much bigger Fatso is than the other two. He looks like a Bratwurst next to their little sausage link bodies. He's the equivalent of two of them!

And see how his two hind legs are splayed behind him like a frog? Well, for several weeks after the other two kittens started walking steady on all four of their little paws, Fatso would have to drag himself around by his two front paws to try and keep up with them as he couldn't get those hind legs up and under him to hold his weight.

He's all grown-up now and he did not disappoint. He's lived up to his name. He's a full 14 pounds while Twitch and Eve are a mere seven. (Sadly, Pee-Wee didn't make it. She died when she was four weeks old from a lung or heart disorder - the vet wasn't sure.)

The great thing about Fatso is that he's so easygoing and so funny. He loves water and will splash around in it and waits to get into the shower after I get out in hopes that I left the water running a little bit for him to play with. He sleeps in the bathroom sink. He loves hair scrunchies. He lets Emma dress him up. And he purrs and purrs as soon as you touch him. Emma calls him her little brother because he just wants to be with her and be held by her and hang out with her. He thinks she's cool.

He even has a favorite way he likes Emma to carry him around. It gives her a good arm workout and gives him great, ahem, exposure....

How can you not love that?