In Paris 15 years ago, I couldn't resist going to a "Fat Cats" event. It was held in a little gallery in Montmartre.
About 20 women turned up with their pets, all of which were as big as if not bigger than the creature featured in this vid.
One of the women claimed to be a direct descendant of Marie Antoinette, but most of the people there thought - rightly in my view - that she was just insane.
There were Persians, Burmans, Burmese, Siamese - you name it, there were obese pussies of every kind.
Some of the fucking things were so hairy that they had to have their arse hair clipped so that they could shit, and some of them had to be massaged so they could crap because they were so old and arthritic. The organisers spent half their time running about scooping up evil smelling cat shit.
It was an interesting day out, but I left with a profound feeling of sadness that I had not been in possession of a hand gun.
One woman - rouge, wig etc - told me she had owned sixteen cats since the war, and every one had weighed more than seven kilos. I'm not sure if she was boasting or confessing.
The acknowledged champion was a Burman weighing in at 13 kilos. That is one big fucking cat! Not only that, but it was a violent bastard. Its owner had to wear butcher's chain mail gloves to handle it. The question occurred to me - Why would you keep an animal like that?
However, having since been to a Turkish giant hamster competition, the issue is irrelevant.
People have a peculiar relationship with animals.
Poor fuckin' cat....................................I still wanna try and roll her down a hill like a sausage.................... they shoulda named her chubs. Way cuter name than princess anything.
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