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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Hermit CrabsI was at the beach home, as a wee nipper and as we strolled along the boardwalk, taking in the sites, my eyes fell upon a large cage that extolled the virtues of the hermit crab.
I begged. I was refused.
I begged again, later that night. Refused again.
The following day, I decided that despite the absolute NECESSITY of a hermit crab to social success, I would let the issue go. Right up until we were leaving and my Father said "Lets go to the boardwalk and get something to drink, then we can head on home."
We walked by the store and my little hand lifted to point my finger at the cage as we slowly passed. My Father paused the gaggle that is my Family and said "Lets get little Citadel a hermit crab."
Joy! Elation! Smugness (because I knew I would be right at the top of the social ladder NOW!).
He was green. We bought a cage. Got him home and I went out to play. He escaped three days later. Some idiot (my Brother) had put a piece of driftwood in the cage for him to "work out on".
Fully one year and 1 month later, we found him. In our basement! Two stories below where he escaped. A HERMIT CRAB. And he was ALIVE! Lord only knows what he ate and where he found drinking water!
Though, sadly, the shock at being found must have weakened its little hermity crab heart and he popped his clogs the next day.
This is a representation of a hermit crabs size, sitting on someone's hand:
*(100% true story!)
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Citadel Because the world needs less morons, Wed 13 Jun 2007, 15:10,
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