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My Spirit Animal is a Fat Cat
It happens to all of us. One moment you feel like the babe who can conquer the world and the next you feel like a Hindenburg disaster in the making. One day you can eat that extra helping of cheesecake with extra topping and not gain an ounce and the next day half of one cashew makes you look six months pregnant.
Enter my sister’s cat. I have met my Spirit Animal. I am happy to share.
I can’t call her a “poor thing” as she is happy as a clam and living the life of the ancient feline deity Bastet (who had an entire Egyptian city built in her honor!). She does, however, have a bit of a bloat problem.
Said kitty’s veterinarian has her on a special diet of one-third cup of food per day, yet she keeps getting larger! Oh, my Royal Catness, I feel your hunger pains!
She doesn’t seem to care. It’s a good life of sleeping, stretching, affection, and a few nibbles. Her owner adores her and gives her only the best in life. This cat is the ultimate in “bien cuidado” and revels in it.
Come to think of it, so am I. My spouse loves the way I look, on skinny days and on not-so-skinny days. Perhaps I should revel in it too. Thank you, Rubenesque kitty. Long may you live!
