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Originally Posted by Hitch
That's a lot of cat. I mean, Stanley, by himself, but adding in all the others--MCs, two Himmies (one of our former cats was a lovely sealpoint Himmy), and some, not all, Siamese can get to be rather large their own good selves. Did they all sleep with you? Ye Gods, just with my two I get up cramped up every day, from the female's possession of my legs in an immovable bend, and the male's spooning. I don't think I can imagine sleeping with all you listed! (Although, perhaps, with that many kitties puppy-piling, they don't desire/need the human hot-water-bottles nearly as much?)
Hitch
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Yeah, Stanley (Stanley T. Behr) was a LOT of cat. And he wasn't overweight, either. Just a really, really BIG Boy. And the sweetest thing, of course. His homey/idol was Alfie (Alfredo No-Nose Fettuccine, the Gangsta Cat from Red Hook), the blue-point Himalayan, who weighed in a 1/3rd of his weight. Alfie was the head-cat wannabe, but never managed to get a promotion.
Only two of them regularly slept on my bed -- Priscilla, the seal-point Siamese head cat, and Harold, the beautiful red tabby Maine Coon. Though all of them slept on my lap, by twos and threes, whenever I sat down. Well, except Meep - she was a Tortie-point Himalayan who didn't DO lap. Except once a year she'd jump up and settle for maybe 2-3 minutes, then jump back down. Just long enough to let you think she was going to turn into a lap cat.
Sigh, I miss them all. Life was never dull with 6 cats running the house.