When we adopted him, he was a stray and his ribs showed. Now he's a spoiled fat old man, but he's MY old man and I love him. Every time I go back there to visit he sits back on his haunches and lifts his front paws so I can pick him up and then he digs his claws into my shirt so I can't put him down.
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