Weekend warmth

Imagine cuddling up with these little white jewels of fur. How rare to find white pugs around. Good thing I'm still laying in bed, I can curl up to my pillow and think of myself in possession of one of these darling gems. 

Kitty Licks

This is the cat that lives downstairs. She is such a tease. 

It's a rather elusive relationship. I never know when she'll come by the back porch. Sometimes she'll be waiting for me to open the door, peering in with her gorgeous eyes that look like two glass marbles. Other times, she'll hear me outside and come up and lay her love on me thick. She immediately goes in for the nuzzle rub and starts to purr. I know I make her so happy. I'm elated with the presence of this fuzzy, and certainly plump cat, but she is known to use and abuse. Taking love when she wants it and then just vanishing. I guess the mystery isn't that spectacular because I know where she lives and could probably ring my neighbors and ask to play. Something about having her sneak up here for a quickie with me unbeknownst to anyone makes its that much more exciting. 

She comes and goes out of my life so quickly, never sure of when she will return. Ah, as is all the great loves in life...fleeting but oh so sweet.

Rhino!

There are few things that captivate my attention enough to make me ask about it every time I see it on TV. Sexual health, race, and religion are among those few, but of all the questions I ask myself, one stands out amongst the rest.

What is that fat little thing?!

Disney's new animated movie, Bolt!, has piqued my interest for one sole reason. His name is Rhino. And he is a fat furry thing that rolls around in his hamster ball. I don't care what this movie is about. I don't care that it's intended for an audience of children and parents. I will watch it (in the comfort of my own home just in case someone give me the judging glare of "Aren't you a little old to be watching children's movies?") because it promises at least an hour of time to look at the cuddliest and pudgiest character to hit Hollywood. Milo and Otis used to give me the same feeling, but they're the fat things of the yesteryear. Rhino is the new Milo.

Just look at those eyes. They're asking me to come love him. But don't love him too hard because he's small and fragile. It's a delicate balance between having so much love to give these animals and over-stimulating them with excessive petting and squeezing. Lucky for me, I don't have to cross that line because Rhino isn't real. I'm aware that he's a figure on screen, but that doesn't mean every time I see him in a commercial on TV I don't verbalize how much I want to squeeze him. It's an exercise in restraint, but it's hard. So hard.

-Nikki

Weighted with delight

This is an archetype for what sort of fat, furry things I'd like to explore on this site. Yes, this is probably some kind of cat. I typed in "smush faced cats" into a Google search and this was one of the images I was led to. 

This thing (we can call it a "thing" since we're unsure of gender or species) is the ambiguous delight of our fat, furry obsession. Yes, I say "our" because my sister Nikki along with other friends and fans will contribute regularly with posts to the blog. 

I wonder how much this thing weighs? Why is it in there at all? That obviously makes it cuter, but why??? 

Instead of going insane, let's just accept our obsession, embrace it to its fullest and continue to gawk at the wondrous fur/fat melange. 

What it's all about

This is a special place. A place where lovers of all things fat and furry can find sanctuary. 

Fluff and fuzz, globs of gorgeous--are they animals? Are they even alive? Could be. 

They could be anything really. If someone has the talented graphic design skills to flawlessly enhance a hamster to an engorged puff of fat and fur, then I would like to meet you. You are a talented individual with a world of success ahead of you. 

Why are these blobular dimensions and portly animals woeful of their own existence so precious to me? 

Perhaps this blog is way of finding out. Or maybe its just a way to feel like there are others out there who appreciate these creatures and shapes of comfort and supple softness. 

This first note is homage to my one true love. A real man made of all the right ingredients. Joyful in every squeeze, every time he attempts to smooth out my bed covers with his paws, and in his endless pursuit for food. Humphrey--wherever you are in this world, I miss you and your fat, furry presence.