We have a cat that tips the scales at 22 lbs; three of those considered excess but not critical by the vet. She doesn't get out much, having lost that desire a year or two ago on some mysterious 24 hour foray that resulted in a lost patch of fur.
We call her Stormy, named after her mottled Russian blue appearance. The name, however, fits her disposition. You don't cross her path and she won't cross yours.
She has always resented the newcomers to the family - our youngest daughter and two additional cats. The feeling is mutual with these three. During Stormy's 24 hour dissapperance, my daughter requested we not put up "lost cat" signs. We didn't, but she came back anyway. We would have missed her, some.
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