by Marea E. Johnson

Created on: February 15, 2009   Last Updated: April 11, 2011

Big Guy was this big fat baby whose behavior was that of just about every other animal you could think of, EXCEPT for, of course, a cat!

At his last weigh-in at the vet's, he came in at a hefty 15 pounds. The vet wasn't concerned (not that Big Guy would have cared even if he WAS!) because he said, he was "all muscle". Then looking rather smugly, he casually stepped off the scale as if to ask, "okay you clowns, what's next?" He was always such a "show off".

And oh, he was SO beautiful too. He was part Siamese, so his coat was this beautiful greyish brownish combination, with white "boots" and a perfect white diamond chest and stomach. But his eyes, oh my gosh; like nothing you've ever seen! They were these magnificent, huge, ocean blue marbles that were always begging for SOMETHING, which of course he always got! He was such a charmer!

His official name was Big Guy because he was so big, even when he was just a baby! But as time went on, we seemed to call him different names depending on his particular antics at the time.

For example, we would call him Fat Stuff when he would plop himself on the kitchen floor in front of the oven whenever a roast was cooking! I would leave the light on in the oven for him and he would spend the next four hours in a state of ecstasy as he would stare and smell the sizzling roast in between short snoozes. Then, when the buzzer to the oven would go off, he would run to get me and meow and meow. And I would be like "chill Chubbikins, I'm gonna get it out, don't worry!" He went crazy any time he was around pork. Whether it was a roast, a pork chop, or a pork rind, you could count on him being there waiting for his share!

We also called him Fat Goat, because he had a tendency to eat just about anything. And when I say anything, I mean ANYTHING! Paper, plastic, rubberbands, plants, cottonswabs, nothing was off limits. I had to watch him like a hawk!

I would always tease him too when he couldn't squeeze into certain places like his thinner siblings. I would always say "fatty fatty two by four, can't fit through the closet door!" Of course he wasn't entertained by this and would look at me as if to say, "get some new material, would you?" But then I'd swoop him up in my arms and hold him like the great big baby he was and of course he would "eat it up" (no pun intended!).

But the most amazing thing about my little Porker, was that he actually saved our lives! Seriously!

One day when I was just laying on the couch into my own world plugging

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