That she did...almost everyone at my vet's office was afraid of her, but she was much more attitude than anything more sinister.

I got her when she was a year old and she had been abused; she was way underweight. She soon equated being happy with eating and I didn't know better (she was my first cat) so I free-fed her. Then she was just SO overweight and drove me nuts when I tried to cut back her food, so it was a lose-lose situation.

I love boy cats...my one now is like a teddy bear. He loves to cuddle.