I think the issue re: overfeeding is that the girl is much smaller (not only in terms of fatness, but in general. He is like a tiger.) and he eats not only his food, but whatever she doesn't eat. We don't want to give them less food for fear that she'd end up eating less as well.
they are littermates!
the best, though, was our first cat. Luna. Weirdly, I have very few memories, even though this was when I was 14-15 years old. She was run over by the girl who lived down the road-- she never knew that it was our cat that she hit. Apparently she picked Luna up and wrapped her in a blanket, and sobbed uncontrollably, and buried her in the back yard. Her dad told us this, and begged us not to tell her it had been our cat. That cat was perfect. Because she was basically a dog. All she wanted was for us to pet her and rub her belly. She loved to snuggle. She cuddled with our dog. and then she disappeared, and we didn't know what happened until the neighbor-man saw a sign we put up and called us.
I was always bitter when I saw that girl.
But I guess her parents made up for it-- I slept at their house in Bern on my way to Brussels. And figured out how to work their oven for them.
I don't think they remembered the whole cat thing, though. That whole trip has the aura of a dream for me, now.