Plumpity: I've mentioned our two cats before, Tigger and The Whale. Sounds like a messed-up Disney movie, doesn't it? Tigger is also called Tiggity and Babs (?!?) by Christopher. In the last 4-5 months, I've morphed that into yet another nickname for her: Plumpity.
Tigger's a rescue kitty, so we don't know her exact age. She's at least 16. She's had a hard time this past year, after surgery to remove a lump on her back that was bothering her. After the surgery, we had to put a cone on her, and she got very paranoid and weird. It turned out that she'd become fairly deaf, and with the cone on she couldn't hear or see The Whale, who randomly attacks her once in a while. The cone came off, but the behavior persisted. It led to litterbox problems (she tries to sneak off somewhere private to pee, which is always the WRONG place for that). She's also simply old, and less energetic.
She's always had a loose pouch of a stomach. She wasn't spayed when we found her, so she might have had kittens at some point. In the last 6 months, the pouch has gotten filled in. She used to be a normal-sized cat, but now she's actually a little chubby. Not much we can do—her food's always been regulated, but she doesn't move around as much. By contrast, I started putting The Whale out at night after we developed a rat/mouse problem, and he actually lost some weight. So he's no longer tubby, and now Tigger is. o_O
Christopher likes to kid about her weight a lot, and I suppose it's harmless. But I notice his teasing more than he does, because I worry that she isn't fat, and that her roundness is due to something scarier. We'd never put her through cancer treatments, so we just keep loving her and hoping that it's nothing.
Meanwhile, Christopher created an ascii-icon for her condition: ~((^.^))
Stay with us, Plumpity! We don't want to lose you.