My youngest, Tallulah, lives to eat. This is understandable as she was the only survivor of her wild litter and she only survived (after being brought scraps by father or uncle cat) by getting to the food first and holding her position.
She’s one of the most beautiful cats I’ve ever seen, is built like a quarterback and as heavy as a boulder. I have to feed her in a separate room. Actually I have to close her off in a separate room so that my two older cats can eat their fill. Otherwise, Tallulah head butts them out of their bowls.
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Enjoy your chow and company today.