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Mike!


with an exclamation point because the little guy is at least a 20-pounder. Not because I am a slothful cat owner, but because he is a neurotic cat who has no appetite control. He believes that if I am in the kitchen, where his food bowl is located, then it must be time for him to eat, regardless of when he last ate.

While I'm not sure of the interest level people might have in seeing funky photos of someone else's neurotic yarn-fetching overweight cat, I have noticed that people are pretty quick to post their own cat shots. So here is mine.

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