Fat Cat in a Little Bed

Django got in a fight about a week and a half ago (only 3 more days of twice daily antibiotic annoyed-cat-pill-stuffing!) Anyway, we took him to the vet with an infected rear paw that was cartoonishly huge. He was feeling so sorry for himself that I got sucked in and bought him the cat bed that he so clearly needed in order to convalesce properly. Unfortunately, it's considered something of a faux pas to try these things out in the store (as well as being a challenge), so I didn't find out until we got home that Django is a bit amply proportioned for the bed. Must be all the sweetened condensed milk. He seems to love his little bed, though, so I guess there's not really a problem.