Our cat goes by many names...he is called Spot for the gigantic black "belly button" he has. He is called Oscar, because he constantly yells at us and make demands unless napping. Then there are names that are too inappropriate to mention here. We had posters created with his image, because they truly broke the mold with our "little guy."
He truly rules the entire motorhome...gets up on the table to be taller, so we here his yells. Lays under the laptop in the rv, the second I get up to get something. Even as I write this, he is stretched out next to me, taking up over half the bed.
You see, Spot is like the cat version of Clifford the big red dog. He was a tiny little thing, then grew and grew. Yes, he could lose some weight, but even the vet said years ago that he could never be small...he is extremely long.
Never have had a cat like him and probably will never find one again. However, the thought of having six of him is enough to give me nightmares every night. We love him, though...and he loves us, especially me. He shows it by cutting off oxygen as he climbs on me, all 23 pounds, lying right on my chest - as if he were a kitten.