Fattocatto will be the reason why I log onto bsky daily

If fattocatto stopped posting I’d start becoming mega evil, they’re so cute and full of whimsy with their fat cat postings

"Dadda, everyone says I'm fat."

So says Keira, alias #FattoCatto, to me, and she's right.

Other neighborhood cats, along with the birds on the lawn, possums outside, and the ladies at the local cat cafe, among others, all make fun of her.

The ongoing perils of my early work starts (and long commutes to enable them)... "Has #FattoCatto been fed?" remains the eternal question posed by Jen.

And the evidence of yesterday's #Thanksgiving lunch...

A turkey coma was achieved by late afternoon, and no, #FattoCatto did not get any Turkey Lurkey. 🦃

This lovable chonk, twenty pounds of housecat and all, does not like it when I leave for work, or to run errands, or leave the house at all. And she is constantly obsessed with having second breakfast, and trying to con us into it. But we do love #FattoCatto, as round as she is.

But it is an all-day thing, in fairness, as Her Royal Tubbyness, our chonky and lazy cat, does try and coerce us into Second Breakfast, Second Lunch, Second Dinner, in addition to her kitty kibble, snacks, and people foodses.

No wonder even Google refers to her as #FattoCatto.

Light dinner tonight, with an early-ish start for a distant function shift tomorrow.

Sushi was my choice for dinner, and nearly wasn't.

Wanna know why??

Because #FattoCatto tried to eat it!! Silly pusscat. 😺🍙🍣