I had an army of kittens I fostered and adopted out,
but I kept one and TM kept one.
This is the one I kept. Tinkerbell.
TM said she is getting so fat,
he now calls her Tinkerbell Kobayashi,
after Takeru Kobayashi who is the world's
Hot Dog Eating champion.
Y'know, I don't feed her more than the other cats,
but my god, she is getting huge. I think it's her metabolism.
She's not super cuddly.
When she is remotely cuddly, she always wants
to lay on my head, or my feet or somewhere equally uncomfortable
She's not super smart.
She's doesn't do much other than lay around.
When I pick her up, she whines.
When I eat, she runs to me and sticks her head in my food.
She is the most useless cat I've had.
Of course I adore her madly.
She's my little pork chop. I talk to her all
the time and she just whines at me.
Here she is, in all her chubby furred glory,
Miss Tinkerbell Kobayashi:
Bring me food now. No I am not a bearskin rug.
I am not fat. I am big boned.
You don't want to feed me? HA HA! I laugh at you puny humans.
A bowl of mac and cheese will do just fine.
Now chop chop and go get me it.
"And I'll tell you something,
if I knew then, what I know now,
I wouldn't of had my little...accident"
- Miss Argentina from Beetlejuice
commenting on her suicide by slashing her wrists,
forever dooming her to be a civil servant in the afterlife.