I used to have a small cat and a big cat, siblings. Now I have a long cat, and a round cat.

I am watching them in a playfight standoff—backs arched, eyes focused, the slow walk of danger—and it dawns on me, I think my little cat let herself get fat so she’d have a little more weight on her brother. Because she always used to get beat up, no matter what. But this time, he backed down.

Sometimes I call her Jellybean. In a tucked position (not curled, but tucked), she looks like a little black jellybean.