In the distant past, a fatty introduced my father to my mother. Just my luck to owe my existence to a ham.
Because of this, this particular ham was in my parent's (and my) life for a long time.
A few years ago, she had been kicked out of her apartment, and my parents, trying to do good, let her live with us.
Hammy was a single mother of 2, and only 1 of the kids was staying with us.
I watched her feed her kid (about 6 years old) processed garbage. Lunchables, cookies for breakfast, microwave macaroni and cheese cups, etc. He was already kind of fat, and it was getting worse.
I watched her smoke like a chimney, drink all night, sleep all day, pop pills, and some nights, she would beat her kid.
She smoked so much so, that her kid developed severe asthma. He would get carted off to the doctor every other week, and come back with some sort of new medication.
I watched her fake a disability, and get away with it, earning money from my state.
Hammy also had a cat that she was no longer able to take care of, because of her condishuns. She gave the cat to us for free (I ain't complaining). The catter's name was George. Like Hammy, George was obese. 20 lbs to be exact. He wheezed when he breathed, and couldn't walk more than 10 feet without getting tired. She couldn't take care of him, so she kept him on a self feeder, and he just ate as much as he wanted, whenever he wanted. As mentioned before, Hammy was a chainsmoker. She smoked in bed, outside, and inside as well. I remember her furniture having this sticky texture from all of the smoke residue.
(On to what is important)...George was a gentle giant. He loved hugs, always kneaded, and always wanted to be around people. With portion control, his weight dropped from 20 lbs to 13 lbs. He was the best cat I ever had, despite his past. When she had first given him to us, he had this little black spot on his eye. We didn't think much of it at first.
We didn't know it was cancerous. Over the course of a year, the black spot grew, engulfed his pupil, turned his eye a milky blue, and made it swell, so much so that he was unable to close it.
One morning, it ruptured. I had to follow a trail of blood to find him, sitting calmly as he bled out of his ears.
He died that day.
Through the years of being overweight, and constant second hand smoke, George had died early.
If hams can't take care of themselves, what makes them think they can take care of pets? Hammyness affects EVERYTHING, not just people! If your lifestyle is fucked, then you are pulling those who rely on you (kids, pets) into that!
Fuck fats. Fuck them into forever,