Ricky came to our house about two years ago. He was tall, dirty and skinny when he came, and meowed a lot. When seeing him my hubby yelled,"Look, there's a tall cat!"
He was tall, alright, and full of mucles. We fed him, and he became part of us ever since. My hubby called him, Ricky, the Tall Cat.

Now he's quite clean, except for the ocassional dust on his fur when he spends the whole day sitting on the porch. He also gained weight. But because he's tall, he doesn't look fat, he looks big! When you rub his body, you'll still feel the muscles he got from living on the street. He still meows a lot, though.


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