We bought the fat man a new crate last night and it's too small. Of course I didn't come up with the idea to throw his plumpness in the thing before assembling it all the way. I decided to go with a metal one this time. I had to reinforce it with some big zip ties to protect from his ever growing girth. I was actually planning on taking it back tonight or tomorrow night and exchanging it for a slightly bigger one. He managed to chew up some of the plastic bits to it today. I'm sure those'll follow closely behind the bits of wire and carpet that are somewhere in the twists and turns of his funky little bowels.
I don't have a clue what I'm going to do about the carpet.