Reminds me of my fat cat story...
Some years ago, after I had moved from Chicago, to Wisconsin I had brought my cat Lynx with me. He was an alley born yellow tabby kitten we had rescued. He was getting pretty fat and nothing we did seemed to work to get him down to size.
Fast forward a few months. I had some friends from the neighborhood over for a cook out. The first lady to arrive was July B…when she saw lynx she exclaims “that cat, where did you get that cat!?” I explained to her where he came from..she thought he was a stray and had been feeding him for weeks.
The next guest to arrive was Cindy C…she sees Lynx and asked me…Where did you get that cat? So I tell her…Oh she said, “I thought he was a stray, I have been feeding him for months.”
The third guest arrives…yep ..”That cat! Where did you get that cat?” all in all 4 people had been feeding Lynx..he could hardly walk, I don’t see how they thought he was hungry and needed to eat.
He lost lots of weight after that cook out..he died a ripe old age of 18, skinny like a normal kitty. Everyone in the neighborhood knew he was a mooch and refused to feed him anymore.