I am certain that our dear Lucky has no concern about his weight. He can still catch mice and rats and zoom up trees with the best of them. We think he's nearly 11 by now. He came with the house.
He comes by the name Lucky, legitimately. When our house was in the framing stages he wandered out of a nearby drainage ditch and told us his troubles. He's a "talker" as cat people call them. We believed he belonged to someone because he'd recently had a place shaved on one shoulder---as though he'd been to the vet. After posting signs everywhere and coming to the house to feed and water him every day, it became apparent that he was ours. Therein was the problem. We couldn't have a cat for two reasons. Our dogs would love to snack on said kitty and my husband wasn't a cat person. All during those two weeks, Lee would come to the house to work on wiring and "the cat" would follow him from room to room. He'd stay just out of the way of Lee's work, but always be where he was. He was as friendly a cat as Lee had ever known "almost like a dog". He put up with Pearl's forced affection and never bit or scratched her. It became time to put up sheetrock and time for Lucky to find a real home. We were afraid the workers would sheetrock him right into a wall.
We talked some folks into taking him. Woo Hoo! Several months went by and our friends decided to build a new house. They moved into a rental so they could be closer to the building project. Lucky needed a new home, again. The rental didn't allow cats. She is a nurse and he is a fireman--how hard could it be for them to find him a new home. Between the two of them, they know dozens and dozens of people. One Sunday I asked where they had rehomed him. "Oh, we couldn't find anyone to take him so we gave him to the animal shelter." HUH! Such a great cat at a shelter. I can still hear Lee's voice, "(deep sigh) Oh, go get the cat. (another deep sigh)." I paid $65 for our own stray cat.
He put up with Pearl's learning curve on how to love a cat properly. He put up with me teaching the two dogs we had at the time how NOT to eat kitties. He put up with the introduction of two new puppies once the other two dogs had passed away. He put up with (and did not eat) the introduction of chicks that turned into big fat hens. He is a great cat. He still has an opinion on many subjects. He has trained Pearl to come to him with a simple 'meow'. He has trained my best friend to stand and visit with him while he eats. He only does that when we are out of town and he's lonely. He will not eat unless she stands in the laundry room while he does. He has trained me to open the window in the middle of the night to let him in. He has trained me to lay perfectly still on the couch in the winter so he can curl up on my lap to get warm. He has trained us all that dogs have masters and cats have staff.