Cece showed up as a cat that had been through multiple fosters. The idea was he would come here and we’d pair him up with another cat that was never getting better and not being adoptable. The two of them could be partners as barn cats. Many months later he is completely domesticated and not going anywhere. He is now very vocal about making sure he gets his share of kitchen scraps when I’m cooking. He is very partial to raw chicken and pork but will not turn down some cheddar.
He gets exactly one shred of cheddar and no more than that. We are hyper vigilant on everyone’s weight. If you saw him you’d think he was underweight.
The only overweight one right now is Papita. I call her sausage. Wife calls her potato. She was feral TNR that we kept along with her kids. All together they were four orange girls. She used to be a tiny little momma. Now she is a sausage and still blaming the kinds even though she gained the weight long after they were weaned. I think she needs therapy before any diet plan will work.
You do good work as humans. <3