My pets
Thomas is quite a character, he is the ginger tom I have at the moment and features as FezCat in my profile. We got him 2 years ago and I have never known an animal to cause so much stress.

The day after we got him it was my sons 1st birthday party and he managed to get out of the room and attack loads of the kids. Then early last year we were all sat eating dinner and we could hear a huge group of Magpies cackling outside, I went to the patio door and I can only describe what I saw as a scene from a hitchcock film. About 20 Magpies all staring in the corner of my garden so I openend the door to investigate and the cat came running towards me with not one but TWO magpies in his mouth and he was planning on dumping them in the kitchen for his tea. I quickly shut the door but the cat couldn't see for the flapping black and white thing in his mouth and he crashed into the glass.

Slightly dazed the two magpies managed to escape and the rest saw this as their moment of attack. Mr Sp@m and I had to dart out side to rescue our cat from an onslaught of magpies, we did and he was ok.

More recently in October he walked in the house with a limp, he was refusing to put his pack paw down, so off to the vets it was and his leg wasn't far off needing amputating. He had not only disclocated a joint but it the socket had a huge crack in it too, so it could'nt just be popped back into place.

He spent 3 days at the vets and when he came home he had to live in a cage for 6 months so he wouldn't jump. He has only recently been allowed outside again, and I can't think how I coped having him in Miaowing - but at least he is 100% now. (although the best decision I ever made was to take out pet insurance on him, it would have cost £1500 otherwise).

My other pet was trixie, *cries* I got her when I was 8 and she was a black cross Labrador/border collie, trixie liked muck. She would run outside and find the first pile of horse shit she could and roll around in it - this didn't bother me much compared to the time when a roadkill hedgehog was her choice of rolling material. She came home covered head to tail in hedgehog blood and guts, I had to let my mum and dad sort her out that time, as I was too busy throwing up in the loo.

The final pet I will tell you about was mates hamster, she was playing with it on the stairs when her twin sister ran down then and stood on it squashing it - that wasn't nice either, as you can imagine it was pretty either.

Length?
6 months and £1500
( Mrs.Sp@m, Fri 8 Jun 2007, 9:46, Reply)