
I grew up in a house with pets; dogs, cats, gerbils, chameleons, fish. Over the years I'd weaned myself from the habit of keeping pets. I enjoyed the mobility and lack of responsibility associated with being petless. Last year our nephew bequeathed a cat to us and
Topper is now a full-fledged member of the family.

Topper was homeless and near-starved when he was rescued by our nephew. The time he spent under-nourished must have affected him deeply, as now he can't stop eating. I thought at first about seeing just how fat a cat could get, but a veterinarian reminded us that the fatter a cat gets, the less able it is to clean itself. What a buzz-kill.
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