Sometimes I forget that most cats aren’t pushing twenty pounds, and then I see a normal-sized cat at someone else’s house or living amongst the cleaning products at a deli and I’m reminded that our cat is really a monster cat. You might think when I tell you that he’s 19.5 pounds that this is due to him being really fat, but he’s really just an enormously scaled-up version of a regular domestic cat. When he stands up on his hind legs he’s taller than most toddlers, and stretched to his full length he’s more than long enough to span our entire queen sized bed. I’m not sure how he got to be this big. I’ve seen photos from his kitten days and he was pretty average (meaning tiny) in those days, but maybe he’s secretly been ingesting steroids or kitty growth hormone when Chris and I are out during the day. Because he’s no longer really a domestic cat at all, but something more along the lines of a small lion, minus the mane.