This is Meg the Siamese. She is really fat. Her brother Jay is really skinny. She is really fat 
and he is really skinny because she steals all his food. I have to stand or sit alongside of poor Jay all the while he eats or she’ll just shove him out of the way, scarf down all of his food, then scarf down hers, and beg for more.
Meg is not ashamed. Irritated at being locked in the bedroom so her brother can eat, yes. But ashamed? You kidding?
grouchyfarmer 
It’s a tough cat world.
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Ah, true. These two are something else, though. We’ve had siamese since we first got married and they are just — just weird. Most of them were rescue cats but that doesn’t really explain it. These two… We’ve had them for around ten years now. They wouldn’t have anything to do with us at all. Couldn’t get within ten feet of them. We were okay with that. They were happy, eating well, in good health, seemed to like living here. Just didn’t like us. Then like someone flipped a switch they’re acting like normal house cats. They’re fourteen now, they play, chase each other, love to play with shoe strings and dopey cat toys, demand to be played with and have their backs scratched. So what happened? No idea.
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That is weird. Most cats mellow as they age, but not that much.
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