A dear friend that lives in Dar es Salaam has a kitty called “Fat Cat”. That is a term of both endearment and one of honour. Not too many street kitties are more than skin and bone; only the exceptionally good hunters.
Fat Cat came by, checked out the place, and then demonstrated her superior intellect by never straying outside the fence since that day some ten plus years ago. She is still a good vermin hunter but likes her kibbles. She knows a good deal when she stumbles on it and plans on being an old and less bold kitty.
I’m looking forward to the possibility of scritching Fat Cat’s chin this coming month – she purrs appreciatively.