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	airie 2008-04-25 01:33 pm UTC (link)
	My last fat cat weighed in at 23LBS and had the floor dragging fat roll. Everyone and his mother loved show me their wisdom on kitty abuse to me until I explained he was 18 years old. At that age he could eat babies and asbestos if it kept his fat ass happy. (Reply to this)(Thread)

waitwut
2008-04-25 02:31 pm UTC (link)

...my family employed this policy for my grandfather when he reached 95. Except he weighed more than 23lbs, didn't have fat dragging on the floor, and really liked pepperoni. Despite his high cholesterol, my mom's cousin would once every few weeks take my grandfather out and they'd split a pepperoni pizza (since my aunt would refuse because it was bad for him, see!).

Uh.

That was off-topic of me. I think I should have stuck with "I agree!"

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airie
2008-04-25 02:55 pm UTC (link)

It was amazing to see reactions go from,

"STOP KILLING THAT CAT, CUNT!"

to

"Awe, you brave widdle soldier, does hims wants anodder cupcake?!?"

My Gram is almost 80 and we're stuffing her silly because we hate her and want to shorten her life. She's taking up valuable real estate with her mothball smell and mass cards.

Welcome to my land of off topic ness, have a cupcake!

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*joining the OT train*

tofuknight
2008-04-26 02:44 am UTC (link)

My family too! Except it was my great-grandfather and salt. He was 92 and his doctor said 'ZOMG you must stop eating salt it will kill you!'. And he said, 'WTF? It's been working for me for 92 years, I'm not going to stop now!' Except that he was a preacher and would never swear ever.

My father bought him a salt shaker that had huge holes for one of his last birthdays. :D

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	Re: joining the OT train kookaburra 2008-04-26 07:16 pm UTC (link)
	Yup - my grandfather lived to be 97, and ate bacon, eggs, and pie every morning. His doctor tried to get him to stop too. He also made truly outrageous sundaes, and took up smoking cigars when he was 93. I hope I'm that lively at that age. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	Re: joining the OT train chibikaijuu 2008-04-27 03:22 am UTC (link)
	Seriously, once you have passed ninety, you kind of have free reign to do whatever the fuck you want, because what's the point in denying yourself stuff you like to eke out a few more years? You're fucking NINETY. You have WON the game of life. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	Re: joining the OT train tofuknight 2008-04-27 08:07 pm UTC (link)
	I love your comment so much. :D (Reply to this)(Parent)

	Re: joining the OT train lysana 2008-04-29 03:17 am UTC (link)
	I was just talking to someone who's decided that when he's around 75 or so, he's going to cash out everything he can and move to a country where he can spend the bulk of his time in an opium den. I thought that was one of the most insanely sensible ideas I'd ever heard. If you're gonna get trashed and shorten your life, live most of it first. You get to go out with a bang. (Reply to this)(Parent)

danceswithelvis
2008-04-25 05:30 pm UTC (link)

That actually sounds like my mother's poodle. He was obese, but it was mainly due to is medication for epilepsy. He passed away due to heart failure this year, but surprisingly...the heart failure wasn't due to his weight, it was due to the massive epileptic fits he'd had when he was a puppy.

Anyway, when people would make rude remarks about his weight, we'd just tell them he was 15 and if he wanted KFC...he could have it.

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	airie 2008-04-25 07:04 pm UTC (link)
	I have a siamese right now that is the size of a baby walrus. She was hit by a car as a kitten and had her leg and 2 ribs broken. I'd feed her my neighbor's kids if it made her happy, but it wouldn't. Her personality ranks midway between Veruca Salt and Hannibal Lector. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	cmdr_zoom 2008-04-25 09:14 pm UTC (link)
	Yes, well... Siamese. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

trollprincess
2008-04-26 11:59 am UTC (link)

I feel obligated to butt in and point out that not all Siamese are bad-tempered. My mom's had Siamese cats ever since she first got married and she's never raised a mean one.

(I particularly love when people come into my apartment, see my Siamese, and immediately assume that he bites. Yes, he and his three teeth will gum you to death. Right after he's stopped purring and rubbing up against your legs for two straight hours.)

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chibikaijuu
2008-04-27 03:55 am UTC (link)

It *is* my experience, however, that Siamese and Siamese mixes, no matter how sweet, are always somewhat *odd*. My neighbor had an applehead who was about as smart as a package of her name (Skittles) and rather fond of rolling around in the gutter. (To be fair, she was a rescue from a Cairo alleyway, and who the hell knows what had happened to her before my neighbor found her.) We had a yowly brown tabby Meezer mix who was the sweetest little dude ever - and outrageously dumb. He loved to be picked up, and would stick his nose in you ear and purr when he was - while sticking his claws into your shoulder. He also really liked peanuts and cantaloupe seeds.

I miss him.

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trollprincess
2008-04-27 06:16 pm UTC (link)

Oh, yes, if there's one thing I've learned it's that Siamese are barrels of personality. My parents have two who will politely use my dad as a seat, one across his shoulders and one on his knee, as he eats dinner waiting for dinner. I used to have a spoiled Himalayan who caught a bat in my parents' living room. And they have one right now, Tucker, who is also sweet as could be and completely stupid -- he's totally obsessed with this string on a stick that my parents have had forever, and I'm pretty sure that if a robber ever broke into the house, he'd walk right up to the guy and drop the toy in front of him all, "Oh, good, someone new is here to play with me."

My mother haaaaaates that "Siamese cats are mean" stereotype. Every time she talks about it up at the house, she says, "Oh, yeah, they're horribly evil," usually while she's lying on the couch covered in purring happy cats. :)

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airie
2008-04-28 03:15 pm UTC (link)

I am currently in posession of 2 Siamese. One isn't necessarily mean, she's just skittish and a bit arrogant. The other is my baby. Sleeps with me, loves me, plays all cute and innocent. Not the least bitchy to anyone about anything.

It's all dependent on the cat. I hadn't intended to criticize the bitchy one earlier for being Siamese, it's just with the coloring, she looks like a baby seal with her fat butt.

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	selene_avis 2008-04-29 12:38 am UTC (link)
	My dad had a Siamese mix named Abby who was utterly affectionate to people...and would take on any cat or dog that got within fifty feet of her, no matter how big or how many of them there were. She was, at her largest, eight pounds. The people who gave her to my dad had two great danes. They were terrified of Abby. (She mellowed out a bit when she got older, though.) (Reply to this)(Parent)

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