I'm a dog person . . . . No wait, I'm a cat person . . . . No wait . . .

What is it with me and pets? The sad truth is that the only constant things in my life are pets and buzz cuts.

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Donken. Golden Retreiver. He has been my best friend for more than ten years.

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BEFORE . . . . . . . . and . . . . . . . . AFTER

A sad story of feline eating disorder, on the next Jerry Springer.

I got this cat when I was taking vacation after Interview With the Vampire. Later I found out that he is a Maine Coon Cat. I named him Lestat but I have never called him that because after he grew up he just never looked like a "Lestat". "Le-vat" maybe. When I first got him he had a tiny sister, Claudia. She disappeared when I lived in Topanga and everyone said that, as often happens, the coyotes ate her. More recently I have come to suspect that it was him. If the dog disappears I am going to get really suspicious. My question is: How can a cat get this fat on diet catfood?

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