I would like to suggest an addition to the Cat Chonk Chart, just past the "OH LAWD HE COMIN".
The unit of measurement could be called a "Singha".
Per his last vet visit, he was down to 16lbs.
Once he hits full bowling-ball status, far as I'm concerned, he's three (3) fucktons worth of cat.
You ever had a bowling ball tossed on your chest while you sleep?
Well, that's what HE feels like. Jumping on my chest because he's gone a WHOLE FIVE HOURS without fewd π
I suspect he's secretly just trying to stop my heart so he can tuck in before my body grows cold.
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ohhhhhh my ghod... I'm laughing my ass off. π€£
Yeah.. cats can get heavy. π€£
they can be dense little fucking creatures. π
@netspionage Perhaps you should learn to sleep on your stomach?
That *would* make it easier for him to rupture or crush my kidneys and back ribs, true... π€
Well, no offense, however, to quote a lesser-known Melville character, "I would prefer not to." π
@netspionage do the Geisha thing and tie a pillow to your back?
Eh, I think I'd be safer with some aramid-fiber body armor; you know, the kind that takes ceramic plates? πΉ
@Jene_Sais_Quoi
And he's not flabby: he's just a big cat.
Lawd help us all if he gets flabby...