Walter weighs 28 pounds and is up for adoption in Portland, OR. And he’s on sale. $12, including a bag of low-calorie cat food and a laser pointer.
My cat is fat
So now I’ll dine
And eat all up
This cat of mine
– B. Kliban
Looks like a Bustopher. 
Saw that in this morning’s paper. Since I spotted a mouse last night, I’m almost tempted. But he probably couldn’t be bothered to get up off his fat ass to do his felinical duties.
Perhaps if you caught the mouse and served it to him…
Funny you should bring that up. After multiple sightings this morning, I got him cornered. He tried to hide in the laundry pile on the floor awaiting the washer, but I flushed him out and clocked him with my slipper. Into the compost bin with ye, wee beastie! I am the crazy-eyed killah. Poor little thing was just trying to find a way out, I think.
Ah, poor boy. He’s a handsome fella, but the laser pointer is probably a good idea.
I have a chunky girl, so I have started playing more with the cats. Unfortunately, she is the only one who isn’t interested.
You might be surprised. I have one laser pointer and four cats. I expected the two younger, very active cats to be interested, as they are constantly tackling and wrestling each other. However, my fattest cat (about 18 pounds) is also VERY interested in the red dot, and will play with it just as enthusiastically as the younger two will. He gets tired more quickly, but he’s sort of middle aged for a cat, he’s at least 6 years old (I adopted him when he was 4). I make sure that he gets to play with the red dot as much as he wants to.
The fourth cat sees no point in chasing a dot of light, plus I think she’s got arthritis. She’s 12, and she does seem to be getting a bit creaky in the joints. She’s plump, but not as fat as Shadow is. And I didn’t give Shadow that name, he already had it when I adopted him. He’s neither thin nor black, but he will melt into the shadows if someone new comes to the house. Usually his affectionate nature will draw him back out again, though. He loves people.
Update: Walter has been adopted.
I had some mice a year or so ago. I heard a snap trap, and went to retrieve the corpse. Only it had caught him in the back. (Too small for the trap.) The most humane way to dispatch him was with my H&R 999 ‘kit gun’ loaded with .22 birdshot. Only time I’ve fired that one.
This was before the cat moved in, and in an area where the cat isn’t allowed anyway.
I do feel for wild critters, especially when they’re as cute as mice. But unfortunately for some of them, I’m very territorial. 
Yay for Walter! Fat pets always make me sad - I don’t think they’re cute, just over-indulged.
Yeah, I felt bad for it, but there is just no way I could allow vermin in the house. It was totally disinterested in the baited trap, as far as I could tell, and being stunned, then killed was probably more humane. Still, killing anything generally goes against my nature.
Aye.
Why? So you can have a blind, fat cat? I doubt chubs is up for chasing ANYTHING 
I hear you. I had mouse and I was heartbroke when I killed him. But then after he died, I realized he left my address with all of his friends. Suddenly I have like, 20 mice, running around my home. By the time I finally found the hole, I was just hitting them with a shoe.
Nothing else worked. They refused to go in the humane traps, the electric zapper. They jumped over the glue traps, they refused to eat the poison. I just stood in the area, where I saw them and wham with a shoe. It was a bloody mess, but they had to go.
My sister has a fat cat, and he’s very cute and affectionate. He likes to cuddle on your chest when you’re on the couch, simultaneously squeezing the air out of your lungs. Give him a belly rub and he’s yours for life.
He was adopted as a fat cat, somewhere in the 25lb range. They are working at reducing his weight, but he seems to have plateaued around 19lbs (and oozed out…I swear that cat is liquid, the way he fills up a chair!)
He’s not a playful type of cat at all, though he will occasionally chase one of the other two boys my sister has.
Thing is, the one he chases only has 3 legs, so the spurt of exercise is very short lived.
The third cat is missing about half of his tail, after getting it caught in a door…at the vet’s…where he was being treated for a broken leg…caused by a car.
I’m not even kidding. My sister has the weirdest collection of misfit cats!
My friend had a fat cat. She looked like a racoon. Putting her on a diet was dismissed as pointless - she was always outside running around with a small rodent or a frog in her mouth.
I adopted a fat cat about two years ago. I whittled his weight down to 22 pounds, but it doesn’t look like he’ll go below that. I keep telling people, I’m lucky the shelter charged a flat rate and not by the pound.
Not misfits, special needs kitties.
Oh, they are special all right.