Here’s my chonky boy.
You certainly do, and a very cute one!
I don’t have a good picture of my chonky dog, but we have one that could double as a coffee table if he would just stand still.
He’s a big boy. Would probably get along with my little friend Pixie.
Here she is, being very round:
Well, winter is coming. They need to pack on the weight to keep warm. Even though they are inside…
Clearly, you need a bigger table.
They both look very huggable. My junior cat, Buddy, has gained a couple of pounds in the last few months, since he moved in. Guess that steady supply of food and safe places to get lots of sleep agree with him. 
At 13lb. he’s at “solid”, not yet to “chonk”, IMO. Boy’s muscular. This picture was taken about two weeks ago. He moved in around June. Guess he got tired of the roaming “community cat” lifestyle. He does still insist on going outside for a while at night, which I really wish I could convince him not to do. Hopefully, nights getting colder will help convince him that the indoor life, where he’s not getting into serious fights, is a good deal. He’s estimated at about seven years old, so with any luck, he’ll do the middle-aged sedentary bit soon.
I love these photos. Makes me want to vacuum them. How many cats tolerate that, I wonder.
That’s what happened with my boy. He was abandoned by his owners and I’ve officially adopted him. Once he needed to see the vet, the neighbours were all too happy to give him to me. Now he’s living the good life.
Buddy apparently has at least a couple of alternate households, but he spends 18+ hours/day at my place. My husband still calls him “our unofficial second cat”, but I’m pretty sure we’re his family now.
I love the chonky kitties.
I adopted Shadow and Streak when they were 8 month old. Streak is very long and lean; Shadow is…not.
Deaf ones.
If your older cat has stopped avoiding the vacuum, or if a new arrival ignores it: do a hearing check.
Both Buddy and my senior cat, Allie (who’s 12), flee at the sight of the vacuum before I can even get it plugged in.
Years ago, we were adopted by a two-tone grey chonk. The next door neighbors thought he was their cat, but he decided otherwise. You could not sit down without risk of your legs going numb. Then there was the time I opened the front door to let him roam, he saw the light dusting of snow, hesitated, touched the porch with his paw, then said nope, don’t want nothing to do with that. He could take freezing temps, rain, being rolled off the couch in a blanket, but snow, no way, that was just too much.
George defies the vacuum. He also plonks his butt down in front of our housekeeper when she is buffing the floors. His hearing is fine, he’s just not that smart.
Back when we had a dog, she got vacuumed all the time.
Our chonk has managed to gain a pound and a half while chasing an oversized kitten around. At least the exercise is keeping her flexible enough to be able to keep her backside clean again. We didn’t like it when I was in charge of that end.
He likes to sleep on me at night. He’s a hefty boy so sometimes I feel pretty squished.
He’s big on being pampered.
We had a deaf cat. Being deaf made her absolutely fearless. She would sit there and stare down the Roomba as it bumped into her butt. The Roomba always drove off in disgrace.
She was also prone to go Leroy Jenkins during raids.
Cygnus isn’t really chonky, but sometimes he does kinda blorp right out:
Other times, he looks very sleek:
CATS! 
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I had a deaf cat for some time. When he first moved here, he was eating on the cat food table, and another cat was on a higher shelf above him, snarling and hissing and yowling at the Newcomer Intruder.
He ignored her entirely; and she eventually went away in defeat from this New Cat who was apparently so utterly confident that he didn’t even feel he needed to bother to look at, let alone answer, a resident challenger.
She had no idea that he couldn’t hear a thing she was saying, and didn’t know she was yelling at him.
On that same basis, he was an extremely confident cat in any arguments with wandering toms. He could Sing the Song just fine – but he couldn’t hear the other cat, and appeared to think that they were too cowed to say anything.
He lived to about 22 (we weren’t sure of his birth year.)
I haz a chonk. She’s a voidling so any picture is a black blob with 2 eyes. We were at the vet yesterday for her senior wellness. Ursala tipped the scales at 12.2 lbs.