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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My sister had a cat called ScarlettShe was the runt of the little and very abused when we got her from the rescue people, and subsequently became quite a pathetic cat. She couldn't catch birds - she used to have trouble with beetles - but I once saw her strutting proudly around the garden with a feather in her mouth that she had stolen from next door's cat's kill.
Oh, and I once caught her applying blusher - my sister had left it on the floor, so the cat applied it quite evenly to both sides of her face and ponced around the house like she was some kind of human or something.
She's dead now, of course.
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emvee cruor deo cruoris, Thu 14 Jun 2007, 15:54,
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