A friend of mine once got a
cat, for free
natch. It was
wire-thin, having spent the first couple of months of its life as a
stray, but it would eat anything and everything, and in huge amounts too. This cat once ate three or four
rashers of
bacon, and my friend had to hide all his
food in
cupboards and drawers where the cat couldn't get at it.
As you could guess, it soon got to be a right
fat little
bastard, and as it grew up it just became a
fat bastard. It's days of
running around eating everything were numbered, but even with various diets and only being fed one meal a day, the cat still swelled to the proportions of a
middle class white
American child with $50,000 in
McDonalds'
vouchers.
So now, if you go to their house, you will most likely see the cat sitting on the
sofa like a person with its front paws in the air. With its eyes half closed, and the mumbled "rowr" it occasionally emits when addressed or petted, it resembled
for the death of me Marlon Brando in the aforementioned movie.
This cat is the
Godfather.
Wasn't sure what to categorize this, but hey,
cats are people too