George is my fat, neurotic and questionably gay (yet total eunuch) of a cat. He’s nervous, lazy and incredibly smelly at times. Kicking back on the couch with him on a typical evening, he will drop the stankiest, most vile, evil bombs without so much as hint of shame.

I’ve had George for two years now. He was five months old when I picked him from a cage at a city animal shelter in Brooklyn. He was small, cute, extremely affectionate and liked having his stomach rubbed. Now, as time has passed, he’s become tubby, paranoid and strongly averse to being picked up. Who knew that such a darling kitten would grow to be such chunky bastard of a layabout? Not I.

Still, he is my fat, gay son and as such, I accept him. More truthfully, I enjoy ridiculing him. He’s a truly weird cat. Check out the hundreds of photos of him on my Flickr stream. Then, after doing so, perhaps you will realize how weird I may be for taking so many pictures of him.

A friend of mine recently pointed out that of all the public photos on Flickr that are tagged “bastard”, 5% of them are of my cat, George. This morning, I checked it myself with a calculator. As of right now, there are currently 2403 public photos tagged “bastard“. 392 of these images are of George. That’s 6%! All hail the fuzzy, fat bastard!
While I am very pleased, George has mixed feelings. He does enjoy being looked at and admired by many strange people, but he really doesn’t like my camera, especially the flash. Personally, I could care less. I feed him and give him shelter, hence I will pimp his fuzzy belly on Flickr all I want.