Pet StoriesWhen one of my cats was younger and a lot fatter, he came bowling in from the garden with an almighty crash. Looking slightly stunned, he'd arrived into the kitchen having ripped the cat flap from the door and was still wearing it as a cat-tutu. Did I mention he was quite fat?
In honour of Jake, a well loved cat, who died on Wednesday, tell us your pet stories and cheer us up.
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chthonic, Fri 8 Jun 2007, 9:15)
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MurderMy cousin entrusted my mum and dad with her beloved rabbit when she was going to Spain for a few weeks on business. I was about eleven.
I was holding it, as you would when you were eleven and excited because you've never had a furry thing before. Then the bastard thing leapt out of my arms onto the concrete (I was told later that it did like to jump and did so quite often, so people had stopped picking it up), particularly disastrous seeing as even at that tender age I was well over six foot.
The suicidal thing broke its hip by doing this, so the vet said when we took it to him. So we left it with him, only to be called up the next day to be informed that it had died in the night from a blood clot as a direct consequence of its leap of faith.
This was still only the day after my cousin had left these shores.
When she found out, she wasn't best pleased. She's only recently started talking to us again.
(, Mon 11 Jun 2007, 17:22, Reply)
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