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I once, to my shame, adopted a young cat, only to have him get out a
window I hadn't thought he could reach and vanish. I felt so guilty for
being careless, especially as he never turned up in spite of my searches.
One of the places I contacted called me and told me that someone had
reported finding a male orange cat. It was a bit further than I thought
reasonable for a lost cat to wander, but I checked it out anyway. The call
had been made by a very nice retired gentleman who appeared to have
devoted his retirement years to cats. He introduced me to four or five of
the biggest cats I have ever seen outside a zoo or TV documentary, and
told me all their life stories, as far as he knew them. Most if not all
of them had been lost or abandoned.

He proudly showed me how he had dedicated the attached garage to the
biggest (and cleanest) litter boxes I have ever seen. The cats themselves
were lounging on the furniture in the house iteself. They don't appear to
have been Maine Coons or Norwegian Forest Cats, just ordinary moggies
with a variety of fur colours and patterns, but they were enormous. They
didn't appear to be fat, either, as far as you could tell with the fur.

The orange cat he had found was larger, older, and definitely more
sexually mature than the one I had lost. It looked like it would fit
right in, as far as size goes!

Long kitty, wrong kitty, knew it all along kitty,
fat kitty, flat kitty, whaddyathinkofthat kitty!

--a kitty rhyme when ours are elongating on the bed

--Fil

Only half! she's not really trying. ;-)

I had a big old tomcat that could peek over the edge of the kitchen
table looking for goodies, but he wasn't half as big as the cat in the
picture.

I was getting that message yesterday, but today I can see them just
fine. It was well worth the effort - they are BEAUTIFUL cats.

Your cats aren't long enough.

--Fil