Since my earliest days on earth, I’ve always been surrounded by a cat and a horse. My parents love to adopt homeless cats and we’ve always had the same horse.
Our horse’s name is Panama. She’s a year younger than myself and used to be a successful show jumping horse. Not quite as successful as her dad who won the 1982 Olympics, but still talented enough that no family member ever got to compete on her in a tournament. At some point in her life, Panama’s knees went bad and my parents retired her to live on a nice green pasture in Germany. There our horse is loving life and doing nothing to control her onset of obesity.
Our cat’s name is Sophia. She really hasn’t done anything remarkable. But she’s fat too.