My name is Bombay. Many kitties and human beans often ask me how I got my name.
Well, when I first arrived at my foster mommy's house at just 3 weeks old, she kept poking my belly and commenting on what a fat boy I was. She said that I reminded her of the Fat Man of Bombay in one of the nursery rhymes she read as a child bean. So Bombay I became.
And when I adopted my Mommy and Daddy, they decided to keep my name. So Bombay I remained.
I don't think I'm fat though. I'm merely big-boned. Besides, can I help it if my brothers and sisters won't finish their food? Why waste a good thing? So I polish it all off for them. If you ask me, I'm doing efurrybody a favour.