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I don't think any dog will mess with the cat! LOL
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Alex Warfield
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Holy roly-poly! That is one big-ass fuckin' cat!
luv2bt&tickled
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I do believe it was a hoax!
Just like this hoax:
Here's another hoax....
The hoax message appears below:
Sent: Wednesday, April 11, 2001 2:50 AM
Subject: Snowball the Cat
READ THIS STORY AND THEN OPEN THE PICTURE FILE:
Rodger Degagne, a former employee with AECL in Chalk River, may be embarking on a new career as Feline Breeder. Relaxing in his spacious home on the shores of the Ottawa River, Mr. Degagne recalls how 15 years ago he befriended two stray young cats on the old AECL research facility at Chalk River. The kittens had appeared in late summer and apparently had gotten under a security fence around the old labs abandoned since the late 50's. With the help of his tuna sandwich, Mr. Degagne was able to coax the kitties close enough so that he could pick them up. A self-described animal lover, he did not want to place the kittens in the local Humane Society. In this largely rural area, cats of all stripes and ages largely go unwanted and are humanely disposed of after a few days. Later that evening his wife Louise and their two children, Nicole and Kelly, came to a family decision to keep the kittens which they named Lost and Found. Lost was a boy and found a girl, nature took it's course, a litter of kittens was born 6 years later. One of the litter was a big white female with a unique black markings on her side and tail.
Something about the kitten captured the hearts of the family and while her siblings eventually found homes elsewhere, Snowball stayed with the Degagnes.
While Lost and Found are no longer with us, their progeny live on. In her 9 years Snowball's size has seemed to snowball. Put simply, Snowball is no ordinary cat, she measures 69 inches from nose to tail and weighs in at 87 Ibs. "She started out a big kitty and she just seemed to keep growing. She always meowed for more food and would climb up on the counter to eat food which I forgot to cover. Chicken is her favorite.
Once I left a cooked chicken on the table that I was going to use for a boat picnic, an hour later the chicken was gone", Louise said. "We knew that Snowball wasn't your average cat when the neighbor's German Shepherd ran yelping away from his first encounter with her. She just isn't afraid of any animals. After we found a half eaten raccoon out by the garage, we decided that maybe Snowball should be kept fenced in.
We soon discovered that while we can keep Snowball in the yard, we couldn't keep raccoons from Snowball. At least it kept the food bills down!" Rodger laughed. "Like all female cats she is very territorial, but with us she is just a big ole kitten" he said.
So what does a 87 pound cat eat? Snowball goes through a about 3 lbs. of cat food a day, along with cooked chicken, supplemented with deer and moose that Rodger hunts in the fall. "She likes pike a lot, so I don't throw them back any more." Snowball often accompanies Rodger fishing on the Ottawa, eagerly peering over the side of the boat as soon as his line goes tight.
So, to what do the Degagne's attribute Snowball's size? Rodger says "Well, the vet thinks it could be her thyroid, but she isn't fat, she's just a real big cat. I think maybe her parents got into something at Chalk River that they shouldn't have."
Just like this hoax:
Here's another hoax....
The hoax message appears below:
Sent: Wednesday, April 11, 2001 2:50 AM
Subject: Snowball the Cat
READ THIS STORY AND THEN OPEN THE PICTURE FILE:
Rodger Degagne, a former employee with AECL in Chalk River, may be embarking on a new career as Feline Breeder. Relaxing in his spacious home on the shores of the Ottawa River, Mr. Degagne recalls how 15 years ago he befriended two stray young cats on the old AECL research facility at Chalk River. The kittens had appeared in late summer and apparently had gotten under a security fence around the old labs abandoned since the late 50's. With the help of his tuna sandwich, Mr. Degagne was able to coax the kitties close enough so that he could pick them up. A self-described animal lover, he did not want to place the kittens in the local Humane Society. In this largely rural area, cats of all stripes and ages largely go unwanted and are humanely disposed of after a few days. Later that evening his wife Louise and their two children, Nicole and Kelly, came to a family decision to keep the kittens which they named Lost and Found. Lost was a boy and found a girl, nature took it's course, a litter of kittens was born 6 years later. One of the litter was a big white female with a unique black markings on her side and tail.
Something about the kitten captured the hearts of the family and while her siblings eventually found homes elsewhere, Snowball stayed with the Degagnes.
While Lost and Found are no longer with us, their progeny live on. In her 9 years Snowball's size has seemed to snowball. Put simply, Snowball is no ordinary cat, she measures 69 inches from nose to tail and weighs in at 87 Ibs. "She started out a big kitty and she just seemed to keep growing. She always meowed for more food and would climb up on the counter to eat food which I forgot to cover. Chicken is her favorite.
Once I left a cooked chicken on the table that I was going to use for a boat picnic, an hour later the chicken was gone", Louise said. "We knew that Snowball wasn't your average cat when the neighbor's German Shepherd ran yelping away from his first encounter with her. She just isn't afraid of any animals. After we found a half eaten raccoon out by the garage, we decided that maybe Snowball should be kept fenced in.
We soon discovered that while we can keep Snowball in the yard, we couldn't keep raccoons from Snowball. At least it kept the food bills down!" Rodger laughed. "Like all female cats she is very territorial, but with us she is just a big ole kitten" he said.
So what does a 87 pound cat eat? Snowball goes through a about 3 lbs. of cat food a day, along with cooked chicken, supplemented with deer and moose that Rodger hunts in the fall. "She likes pike a lot, so I don't throw them back any more." Snowball often accompanies Rodger fishing on the Ottawa, eagerly peering over the side of the boat as soon as his line goes tight.
So, to what do the Degagne's attribute Snowball's size? Rodger says "Well, the vet thinks it could be her thyroid, but she isn't fat, she's just a real big cat. I think maybe her parents got into something at Chalk River that they shouldn't have."
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That's the most ridiculous looking pic I have ever seen. It's obvious that they just took a picture of an ordinary cat and put it on top of the pic of the dude. Thanx for posting them, 'Luv!
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I have saw these somewhere a long time ago, didn't know for sure if it was a joke or not.
Thanks Tracy🙂
Didn't think a cat could get that big! LOL Unless it was on steriods!😀
Thanks Tracy🙂
Didn't think a cat could get that big! LOL Unless it was on steriods!😀
luv2bt&tickled
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It is a hoax, but what you said Miss Boop about being on steriods is funny! 
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I had a cat that was big, but not that big...
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Top 5 Signs Your Pet is Overweight (compliments of Hills Pet Fit Challenge)
1. Must enter house through garage door
2. No longer cleans itself unless coated in whipped cream
3. Guests constantly mistaking for bean bag chair
4. Enormous gut keep hardwood floors freshly buffed
5. Expects a treat for blinking
Obesity in animals...not an easy subject to address. But all joking aside, a serious issue. One client (a BBW herself) told me she knew that when Dr. X talked to her about her animals' weight problems, he must be rolling his eyes and thinking "this is like talking to the wall!" I almost choked...she's a character, though. But it's a delicate subject some people won't even listen to, let alone entertain the idea that they overfeed their pets. I'd love to send that picture home as a reminder...
1. Must enter house through garage door
2. No longer cleans itself unless coated in whipped cream
3. Guests constantly mistaking for bean bag chair
4. Enormous gut keep hardwood floors freshly buffed
5. Expects a treat for blinking
Obesity in animals...not an easy subject to address. But all joking aside, a serious issue. One client (a BBW herself) told me she knew that when Dr. X talked to her about her animals' weight problems, he must be rolling his eyes and thinking "this is like talking to the wall!" I almost choked...she's a character, though. But it's a delicate subject some people won't even listen to, let alone entertain the idea that they overfeed their pets. I'd love to send that picture home as a reminder...
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Sylvester, a.k.a. "Football"
My mom's best friend, Linda, had a cat she loved very much. His name was Sylvester, but nobody called him that, not even Linda. He was a gray tabby, who was nicknamed after the shape he most resembled.
Football.
Sylvester was a little sluggish, but as much as you'd think. Linda told us that he liked being petted by firmly patting simultaneously on both sides of his belly. He did appear to like this.
After great effort, a toy was constructed that he liked. It looked something like a toy creature that was a cross between a mouse and a bird at the end of a fishing line. He'd bat his paws at it often, and that was the most activity I ever saw out of him.
Running was out of the question for Sylvester. A brisk walk was the best he could manage, and even then he rarely indulged in the exploration and territorialism typical of housecats.
I heard stories about Sylvester long before I met him, and I admit I found them hard to believe before seeing him.
I never had to heard to make the obvious "fat cat" jokes, for I felt sorry for him. He was a very sweet cat, more pleasant than many I've met, and I'm glad to have known him.
Sylvester's long since gone on to his just reward. I meanwhile, have picked up quite a few pounds myself--much to my surprise. I'm just getting over a cold, complicated in no small degree due to my weight problem. In a country where the vast majority of its citizens are overweight, it should come as no surprise that many of our beloved pets suffer from the bad judgment of their people.
Good thing I don't own a cat.
My mom's best friend, Linda, had a cat she loved very much. His name was Sylvester, but nobody called him that, not even Linda. He was a gray tabby, who was nicknamed after the shape he most resembled.
Football.
Sylvester was a little sluggish, but as much as you'd think. Linda told us that he liked being petted by firmly patting simultaneously on both sides of his belly. He did appear to like this.
After great effort, a toy was constructed that he liked. It looked something like a toy creature that was a cross between a mouse and a bird at the end of a fishing line. He'd bat his paws at it often, and that was the most activity I ever saw out of him.
Running was out of the question for Sylvester. A brisk walk was the best he could manage, and even then he rarely indulged in the exploration and territorialism typical of housecats.
I heard stories about Sylvester long before I met him, and I admit I found them hard to believe before seeing him.
I never had to heard to make the obvious "fat cat" jokes, for I felt sorry for him. He was a very sweet cat, more pleasant than many I've met, and I'm glad to have known him.
Sylvester's long since gone on to his just reward. I meanwhile, have picked up quite a few pounds myself--much to my surprise. I'm just getting over a cold, complicated in no small degree due to my weight problem. In a country where the vast majority of its citizens are overweight, it should come as no surprise that many of our beloved pets suffer from the bad judgment of their people.
Good thing I don't own a cat.
