Two amusing storiesabout pets that aren't mine.
First up, my girl friend (note the space gents) at Uni had a boyfriend who's friend (sigh) had a budgie that was a stoner. This guy was one of the biggest smokers around and used to constantly puff ganja smoke at the poor thing for months. In the end, the budgie got so messed up that it used to fly round and round in circles for about fifteen minutes, then forget what it was doing, and drop straight out of the air as it tried to remember. Poor thing died a while later; funny thing was, it used to get withdrawal symptons too, and get agitated when he wasn't smoking.
The second story is with a friend whos parents have two cats, one called Alfie. This cat is like the Mafia Don of cats, it's enormouse, black, and dangerous.
If you come in from the back garden of his parents house, you have a door with a catflap leading into a tiny utility room, with another connecting door with a catflap. These doors are straight after one another, and about six foot apart.
One day, something spooked Alfie in the garden (presumably a visit from the Triad cat from down the road, I kid you not; it's like gang warfare down there), and he came running in through the catflaps.
Unfortunately, as he's a bit lardy, he managed to negotiate the first flap okay, but took the second one with him round the house, trailing bits of wood. Took them ages to get hold of the daft thing and pull it over his head.
Happy days :)
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First up, my girl friend (note the space gents) at Uni had a boyfriend who's friend (sigh) had a budgie that was a stoner. This guy was one of the biggest smokers around and used to constantly puff ganja smoke at the poor thing for months. In the end, the budgie got so messed up that it used to fly round and round in circles for about fifteen minutes, then forget what it was doing, and drop straight out of the air as it tried to remember. Poor thing died a while later; funny thing was, it used to get withdrawal symptons too, and get agitated when he wasn't smoking.
The second story is with a friend whos parents have two cats, one called Alfie. This cat is like the Mafia Don of cats, it's enormouse, black, and dangerous.
If you come in from the back garden of his parents house, you have a door with a catflap leading into a tiny utility room, with another connecting door with a catflap. These doors are straight after one another, and about six foot apart.
One day, something spooked Alfie in the garden (presumably a visit from the Triad cat from down the road, I kid you not; it's like gang warfare down there), and he came running in through the catflaps.
Unfortunately, as he's a bit lardy, he managed to negotiate the first flap okay, but took the second one with him round the house, trailing bits of wood. Took them ages to get hold of the daft thing and pull it over his head.
Happy days :)