Another cat story.
Csj’s account of how his mate killed his girlfriend’s cat reminded me about a previous friend of mine and how he too “accidentally” killed his grandmother’s cat. Now let me say from the outset that I rather like cats, however in some weird sick way I feel a little guilty because I found humour in my friend’s story. According to him he really hated cats, with a vengeance. Especially the way they have that habit of curling themselves in and out of your legs. As it happened his grandmother owned such a cat, and one day when he was there visiting, the grandmother went off to the kitchen to put the kettle on. While he stood in the lounge room, his grandmother’s cat appeared purring noisily as they do, and started curling itself in and out of his legs. Quite obviously this got the better of him, so with impeccable timing he punted it into the open fireplace, the one that just happened to have a roaring fire.

Apparently the rather startled cat let out the most gut-wrenching cry as the flames engulfed it. He said it emerged from the flames with its previously longhair coat now short and blazing and started tearing around and around the room. After about three laps of the room it dropped stone dead in the doorway leading to the kitchen. The grandmother on hearing the ruckus appeared at the doorway, just as her faithful (smoldering) companion expired. Stunned, she asked what had happened? He lied and said, “I don’t know Gran, it just jumped into the flames”. He said he did feel a little guilty, but only when he visited her again about a month later, because he could still smell burnt hair in the furnishings. It seems Gran never did get herself another cat.
(Cogitator, Tue 4 Sep 2007, 22:52, Reply)