Here's mine. His name's Chewie. I rescued him from my apartment parking lot in 1996. He's a big cat but the vet claims "he's not fat, he's just big boned!!" (you should see my vet, though...).
He also clearly has some genetic "issues", starting with his wimpy "I never grew up!" meow, continuing with some oddly-sized toes, and topped off with his most-impressive (for a male cat) feature: he appears to be a Calico!
The obligatory Cat Pictures are of course online, stashed away in the photo album.
Chewie's getting old. He's 11 this year, and has diabetes now. He gets shots 1 to 2 times a day. Despite all this, he's doing well!

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