I sits.
Lynne(cat), as a character, is many ways like me but more. She is much prettier, more shapely, softer, bustier, and at least 200% more actual cat. My taurs then, are always even bigger, softer, heavier, and let's be honest. Fatter.
So this perfect orange tabby, she's like me but more, and then extra plus. She's not thicc or whatever the complimentary vernacular is for a big girl with a bbw magazine shape, this cat is fat. She's got big soft paws with big soft beans, a big fluffy tail, and that primordial pouch is not an empty skin flap. She's got belly, she's got heft, and she feels good about it. She is low, she is wide, and she is big. Her hips are four feet up, her belly drags on stairs and tall thresholds, she rubs both sides of the door frame on the way through with her foreshoulders and hindquarters. She is inconveniently delightful, and at the end of the day, still a cat.
That poor box never stood a chance.
Art by the wonderful and skilled @RoxannaRachnid who once again has put up with my shit, and produced this glorious capture of a fat old cat, having a moment.
