News about Boris's winter fattening!!

Boris the manul. 6,750 grams! 🐱

Today, the scales at Royev Ruchey showed 6 kg 750 g. And before you start worrying about our hero's figure, let's remember how it all began.

In summer, at the peak of his slimness, Boris weighed 3 kg 750 g. An elegant, almost ethereal manul. A creature that seemed as though it could be carried away in your arms—if, of course, it allowed itself to be carried away (it would not). It would simply look at you in such a way that you would put it back yourself and apologize.

Then September 1 arrived. The zoologists noticed that Boris's appetite had woken up before Boris himself, and officially increased his diet. At the start of his winter fattening, the scales showed 4 kg 50 g. More substantial, but still within the bounds of decency.

And today—6 kg 750 g.

Boris has gained exactly three kilograms. Three. Kilograms. That is half his summer weight. It is like weighing seventy kilograms in summer and then weighing one hundred and twenty-five by November, while assuring everyone that “this is just the winter version.” But in Boris's case, it is not an excuse. It is true. It is evolution. It is a survival strategy honed over millennia. It is just that this strategy has very cute cheeks.

The winter fattening continues. Which means winter has not arrived yet. Boris has not yet switched into that “energy-saving” mode in which a manul becomes almost indistinguishable from a snowdrift and leaves his log only in cases of extreme necessity—for example, if the bowl does not empty itself. He is still gaining. Still preparing. Still believing that winter is not a reason to panic, but a reason for another serving.

By winter, a manul's fur becomes not only thicker but lighter too—camouflage. Snow, snowdrifts, everything white. And Boris amid all that white is like a fluffy cloud with eyes. Only the cloud does not move. The cloud lies there. The cloud saves energy. The cloud waits for spring.

And while our Krasnoyarsk philosopher is slowly growing heavier, somewhere far away other manuls are living through their autumn too. And their stories are no less touching.

In Moscow, Timofey has already approached six kilograms and grown fur in which his stripes have almost dissolved. In Leningrad, Shu and Pepe have completed their winter fattening: Shu weighs 6.7 kg, and their kittens have grown up and are preparing for their first winter. In Barnaul, Chip is nearly ten kilograms and seems to have no desire whatsoever to stop. They are all doing wonderfully. They are all preparing.

Autumn. It is getting colder. The daylight hours are growing shorter. And somewhere deep within us, that very instinct awakens—the one that works flawlessly in manuls, and a little differently in us. We, too, want to stock up. For winter. For a rainy day. Just in case.

And we stock up. On buckwheat. Cookies. Potatoes with herring. Then more cookies. And a little more. And then we look at the scales and sigh. And start scolding ourselves. “Why?”, “Aren't you ashamed?”, “I should have stopped at the third piece of cake.”

But look at Boris. He does not scold himself. He does not even know what shame over gained kilograms is. He is proud. He lies on his log with the air of a winner. And honestly, he is right.

My dears. If this autumn you have noticed that you have become a little warmer, a little softer, and a little cozier—do not rush to blame yourselves. You have not “gained too much.” You have “entered your winter version.” You have “optimized your thermal insulation.” You have “prepared for the season.” This is not weakness. It is a strategy. Even if not one as finely honed as a manul's.

And if the number on the scales suddenly makes you sad, remember Boris. He is content. He is fine. And you will be fine too. Winter will come, but you will be warm. And that is what matters most.

Boris's guardians, Maxsoft Company and the POLYUS Foundation, are keeping an eye on Boris's shape. We are following the news. Everyone has their own winter. And everyone meets it in their own way.

Source: https://t.me/roev_ruchey/6189?single

P.S. (I like the fact that if Boris's weight scares anyone, it explains why and how.)