Our big boy

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You guys might remember that back in September I adopted a 3 month old kitten, Boris. He was really handsome, and pretty big even then. Not out of size big, just a good sized kitten. Well, yesterday afternoon he got into the wife's room. We try to keep the brats, I mean cats, out of there, but we do feed a couple canned food in there because we can't feed them the food where the other cats can "help." Needless to say, there are some... opportunists... that are always trying to get in, including Boris. Because the wife is on peritoneal dialysis, she has to be weighed twice a day, every day. This is one of the checks to make sure she doesn't get too overloaded with fluid or too dry. And, because she can't really see her feet, much less the numbers on a scale, she bought a talking scale. All these electronic scales are kind of fussy about how much weight it takes to get them started. I can promise you that 6.6 pounds (the weight of Nef and Opal) wasn't enough to started it, but because it was awake, it told us their weights. So, Boris got into her room and, after checking that there wasn't any food left in the dish we feed Nef and Daisy in, sat on the scale. He weighed enough, at 11 months, to set it off. The "little" darling weighs 11.6 pounds! That's just over 5 kilograms for you metric people! He's our big boy! He's taller at the hips than our big Booboo. Boo still has some height else where, and about 4 pounds (2 k) on him. He's the same size as our Sparky, who - sweet boy that he is - just ignores him when Boris tries to jump him. What do you think of our boy? He'll be a year end of May.