This is fatso of ‘The fatso and I‘ fame, rather notoriety, who looks a little less of the fatso in this picture than he had been a month back on account of moi being away from home for exactly the same period of time. But not to worry, he is quickly making up for lost time. The other day the strong breeze blowing had pushed open the window to the room next to the kitchen. He stealthily and silently crept in as is his wont, moving right past the sleeping ‘I’ of ‘The fatso and I‘ and was busy gobbling up her lunch when I caught him in the act. He stared at me balefully and speculatively on being disturbed. My cries of ‘Poocha!!! Poocha!!!!‘ (Cat) fell on deaf ears. Hmmm…. She probably IS a little deaf.

By the time the ‘I’ of ‘The fatso and I‘ had woken herself from her slumber, enough anyway to do her steam-engine-gone-berserk act, the fatso was long gone. Oh well, can’t blame the poor thing. In human years she is eighty if a day! It now falls on moi at a sprightly golden fifty to take care of her plus her food. All she does these days is sleep sleep and sleep some more.