
I once witnessed my best friend savaged near to death by a flock of rampant killer sheep.
It's a kill-or-be-killed world out there and poor Steve Irwin never made it back alive. Tell us your tales of survival.
( , Thu 24 Apr 2008, 14:45)
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when I found what appeared to be a stray moggie on our backdoor step. Being a catlovin' kid I put out a bowl of mogchow for the beast and watched it tucking in. After a couple of moments I ventured to stroke said mog at which point it went apeshit and sank it's teeth into my forearm. I recoil in horror and surprise and in the process lift the cat from the ground for it will not release me from it's grip. OWww!
A swift karate chop to the neck caused the mog to open it's mouth even wider and I was free to be shunted off off to hospital for a tetanus shot. That was fun.
Now, thirty odd years later I still have the scars on my arm like some kind of weird vampire attack. (Which is what I always claim it was.) Didn't stop me from giving a hedgehog some milk a week or so later though. Maybe I shoulda been a vet?
( , Thu 24 Apr 2008, 21:09, 1 reply)

but giving hedgehogs milk is actually very bad for them. You should give them cat food too.
Here endeth the animal service broadcast.
( , Thu 24 Apr 2008, 21:16, closed)
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