Oh, he's for real. You never got to meet my late cat Thumper: Thumper got his name not after the rabbit in Bambi, but because you could pat his belly and he'd thump like a ripe watermelon. A decade ago, my sister came out with her family for a visit, and I got to watch my then-two-year-old niece ride Thumper around the house like a pony. Oranzio is a bit larger than Thumper, but not by much.
Ten years ago, I had two cats at nearly that size, and they both felt compelled to sleep next to me. You can imagine the glee of the alarm clock going off and being unable to turn it off because two fifteen-kilo cats have your arms and legs pinned underneath the blanket.
*puts hand over mouth* Oh, my. I thought my parents' cat was fat. She's basically spherical, but compared to this guy, she's anorexic.
On the issue of Maine Coons, my Baby is part Maine Coon, and typically weighs about 14 pounds--all muscle. Aldous, on the other hand, is my parents' cat's son, and, yeah. He has udders. They flop when he runs. It's hilarious.
My late cat Jones also had an udder, but that's because of the circumstances of my adopting him. He was part of a litter of four which was dumped off at a Goodwill truck north of Dallas (twenty years ago last Sunday, to be exact) in the middle of the night, and all four were about three weeks old at the time. Although the woman (based on the handwriting on the note left with the box) had left Purina Kitten Chow, these kittens were simply unable to handle solid food by themselves, and the largest kitten had decided that, since Jones was the only male, that he had the closest thing to a nipple among the bunch. She'd managed to distend him so much that my then-girlfriend and I weren't able to sex him for a week (we only managed to get her to quit suckling on him after rubbing petroleum jelly on his goolies), and he had an udder for the rest of his life. It wasn't much, just really a big flap of skin with just enough fat in it to make it swing back and forth, but it was big enough to knock his knees out from under him when he really tried to run. I won't even begin to describe the disgusting effect when he'd rear back on his haunches and the udder would seemingly flow across the floor like a fuzzy mound of marmalade.
Twenty years since I found him, and nearly six since he died, and there's still not a day that I don't miss that cat.
After seeing a 30lb cat at the pet adoptions, slimmed down from 35lbs(!!!) I'd believe it. I wonder if he makes the "OOF" grunty sound that my big kitty makes when you pick him up like that. All that tub needs to be evenly distributed dang it!
Agreed. Not to mention the manner in which the cat is being held, or rather "not being held".
Yes, poor kitty.
Some cats do not have normal functioning appetite control mechanisms in their hypothalami -- e.g., Abyssian cats -- and require owners who know how to say "no" to their cats. Animals without normal hypothalami will eat themselves to death.
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Max is apparently trying to aspire to that size, but I'm not letting him.
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He does look like Garfield, only much larger.
Poor cat.
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On the issue of Maine Coons, my Baby is part Maine Coon, and typically weighs about 14 pounds--all muscle. Aldous, on the other hand, is my parents' cat's son, and, yeah. He has udders. They flop when he runs. It's hilarious.
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Twenty years since I found him, and nearly six since he died, and there's still not a day that I don't miss that cat.
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Yes, poor kitty.
Some cats do not have normal functioning appetite control mechanisms in their hypothalami -- e.g., Abyssian cats -- and require owners who know how to say "no" to their cats. Animals without normal hypothalami will eat themselves to death.
Sad.