This is a ragdoll cat my late grandma adopted. At the time, he was ten years old. In addition to being morbidly obese, as you can clearly see, he had arthritis and was declawed by his last owner — and he was a perfect example of why it's a horrific practice.
He never loafed; always laid on his side. He could barely walk, let alone run or jump, even after losing quite a bit of weight — and doing either of those things clearly caused him a lot of pain. He was normally quite friendly and affectionate, but he would become extremely angry if you tried to touch his feet.
The latter fact is how my grandma and I found out just how bad his health complications were. She thought it was just his arthritis getting worse with age, but then we accidentally discovered one day that he had nails growing out of his paw pads. It was a horrifying sight.
Suffice to say, my grandma quickly became a very fiery and outspoken anti-declawing activist in the last chapter of her life.
