Ophelia is trying to get into the “Think Small” spirit, but she just doesn’t fit. Here’s a picture of Ophelia sitting on one of Tiger’s old cat cushions. 
“She’s so cute!” my mom says, snapping her picture.
“She’s so BIG,” I say. “Even her picture is bigger than mine.”
Sure enough, my mom tried to pick up Ophelia.
“Still a fat kitty,” she said. “At least I don’t have to chase around after her, trying to shove food down her throat.”
Ophelia is looking good! Not as gorgeous as me, but… What a difference from when Ellen visited her last November. Of course, my amorous days are over thanks to the SPCA…