When I was little, I had a fat cat. This cat was my brother's. The cat was called Tiger. He was very orange, mean, and too fat. Because he was so fat, my mom moved his food. She put it on a table. She hoped that it would help him lose weight. If Tiger was too fat, he was too heavy, and he could not jump on the table. However, Tiger was stubborn. He would still try to jump, and sometimes he would fall. Regardless, Tiger was still cool. Our friends all liked Tiger because he was fat and mean. We thought he was funny.