The late, great, Maurice-Eley, my buddy till his end.
Reese'mo, was rescued from our pipe yard, weighting 2-1/2 lbs, gaining to 7-1/2 lbs in 4 weeks. He never looked back. Gals at the vet's called him "puppy paws" and "Mr. Personality", because he'd basically do what it took for your attention. His head was twice the circumference of my other cats, his paws a full 2-1/4 inches across. Chubby - but he was just a huge cat. Barrel chested, afraid of high places, and all of his 26-1/2 lbs never met anyone they didn't like, or who didn't like him (except Moussaf, the Moroccan, but he looked like a Ferengi - or rat). Showered with me almost every day. Waited by the door for me to come home every day. A real "guys" cat. Sadly, he died young after a brave battle with kidney disease, but his half brother is still hanging in there at 14 years old, and never been sick a day in his long life.