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Anonymous File :-(, x)
My personal tankcat, Mickey. He lives with my mother (We've had him since I was in middle school. I've since grown up and moved out, but I chose to let Mick stay in the only home he's ever known)
Now before the flood of "omg you're a horrible pet owner for letting him get that fat" let me elaborate.
He was raised from a kitten with a beagle we adopted. Henry and Mickey were BFF. The long and short of it was that Henry was about 12 years older than Mickey, and when he passed away in 2000 Mickey took it HARD. Not unlike my mother, he found solace in food. And in general, two depressive fatties shouldn't be left alone together.
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