He now has the dubious distinction of being the biggest cat I've ever had. Bigger than Atticus ever was in his youth.
Malcolm weighs 23.5 lbs.
Indulge him, if you will. He stayed up all night composing this little poem. And if you stay to the end, you'll see not 1, but 2 (!) FO's. Seriously.
On Being Chunky, by Malcolm Boykitty the III.
My name is Malcolm, and I'm a cat!
Apparently, I'm kinda "fat".
My vet was all "dude, what did you do?!"
And sure, playing with my brothers is kinda neat.
I guess all that just isn't enough,
I'll have to work real hard, and get all buff.
And play a lot more, even with Mae!
So that's my story, aren't you glad you tuned in?
To close, here's Atticus who says, - "it's good to be King".
The End!
'k bye.
Love, Malcolm
I'm seriously thinking of buying Malcolm a harness and leash, and take him out to the backyard for walks. We have a big backyard.
Poor little (big) love muffin. He was so pissed off after his vet visit (probably more with the vaccines and bum shaving than all of that weight talk) that he thanked me by pooping in the carrier on the way home. Something none of my dudes have EVER done before. Sure, Atticus has been known to pee on me while I tried getting him into the carrier, but he's never pooped once in the carrier.
Enough poop and poundage talk!
Look!
And! As I have more time on my hands these days, I try and spend a few hours each day working on finishing up long-suffering WIPs. I'm starting with those that have minimal work left to do, and the first up was this:
See?
Easy-peesy, lemon squeezy. My kind of lace.
And I even managed not to mangle the blocking process.
What more could I ask for?! Now, don't hold your breath waiting to see more FO's. I have a lot of WIPs... More WIPs than Malcolm has pounds to lose.
Have a great week everyone!