Story of Tuffie: There's a fourth bit?

Well, not exactly a forth bit. The story of Tuffie is after all, still being written. Woah, knew I shouldn't have been reading my collection of old horror stories before posting this...but I was in the mood for some archaic morbidity. Anyways enough about me, here's on to the star:

Compare her skeletal frame to the chunk of flab she is now...but it's a healthy weight!

Flipping in the sun. Kittehs have mastered the art of sun-basting long before - they know when to flip to ensure even roasting. Ever huff a freshly sun-roasted cat? They smell absolutely delicious :P

Even back then, she was already prone to sleeping in hilarious poses, to the amusement of her new family. She's starting to flesh out in this photo. However even now, her hind legs are really weak and she can't jump much. To get onto a chair, she actually pulls herself up with her front paws instead of (gracefully) levitating onto the chair.

Oh well, whatever. Tuffie knows what she's got and uses it fully - sleep perfection. That and blaring her eight nipples to the world.

Her colour is still pale here, it didn't really darken to a rich smoked brown until her body shape blobbed out. :) Her white is also pure white now, helped in way by a few feet dipping (she doesn't tolerate full baths) and scrubbing with a damp cloth. Seriously, this kitteh gets full spa treatment at bath time - nice steaming scrub, then manicure/pedicure, and finally a good ear clean-out. Wish I can get pampered like that too...without paying. You know, just for being my cute self. *-*