Big heavy cat is big and heavy

[desperance]

Heh. Every now and then I turn to the refrigerator and find myself unexpectedly nose to nose with Barry, who has taken shelter up there from the Awful Boy.

We have a conversation about this, and then I lift him down.

And every time, I'm a bit amazed by how heavy he is; so this morning I carried him upstairs and we stepped on the scales, we did.

We are a five-kilo cat, we are: eleven whole pounds of Bazza. And this without his actually looking fat at all, which is why he surprises me every time I have to lift him. But then, I remember being surprised how heavy he was when he moved in, when he was a bone-thin two-kilo cat. His brain is of densium, is what it is, and his bones are of lead. As opposed to Mac's, which are a kind of rigorous polystyrene; he practically floats.

In other news, moshui Daniel Fox has been Scalzi'd on the Whatever (how nice, that one can say such things and know that they do make sense despite all appearances), and also Kari'd at Strange Horizons. Which is all good, and now would be just the perfect time to go buy his book, don't you think...? [This paragraph brought to you by means of my new trick, learned from feorag...]

Comments

[baka-kit.livejournal.com]

There are a couple of breed descriptions (Abyssinians being one of them) which include a line about being heavier than they appear. Possibly it's something to do with having a lot of muscle as opposed to fat?

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Heh. That's exactly what he says. "I'm not fat!" he says. "It takes a lot of muscle, to shift this mass around. And muscle weighs more than fat. QED and ergo, I'm not fat!"

Actually, I interpret loosely; he mostly says "I can haz bacon/kibble/whatyougot?"