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My dog died last week, and I'm already sick of people sending me that stupid Rainbow Bridge poem. Tell us about excellent (or rubbish) pets
( , Thu 31 Jan 2013, 19:42)
My dog died last week, and I'm already sick of people sending me that stupid Rainbow Bridge poem. Tell us about excellent (or rubbish) pets
( , Thu 31 Jan 2013, 19:42)
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I had a half ginger tom, half siamese psycho cat
It was the size and colour of a conventional tomcat but with the physique of a siamese, so basically it was a scaled down tiger.
We used to live in a house that backed onto a lake in a park, so it was always bringing interesting presents back, such as frogs (who scream like children and piss themselves when you try and rescue the fuckers), little birds and sometimes fish.
However one day I started hearing an almighty racket from the kitchen, where the cat flap was located. I rushed down to find the normal siamese on the inside of the cat flap and the masssive ginger one on the outside and a really confused and livid goose stuck halfway in and out of the cat flap.
To this day I've got no idea how the insane little fecker had managed not only to get hold of a goose, but somehow get it over an 7 foot fence, drag it down the garden and then shove its head in through the cat flap and then enlist the help of the other cat, or what it thought it would do with it once it got it in.
( , Fri 1 Feb 2013, 10:20, 7 replies)
It was the size and colour of a conventional tomcat but with the physique of a siamese, so basically it was a scaled down tiger.
We used to live in a house that backed onto a lake in a park, so it was always bringing interesting presents back, such as frogs (who scream like children and piss themselves when you try and rescue the fuckers), little birds and sometimes fish.
However one day I started hearing an almighty racket from the kitchen, where the cat flap was located. I rushed down to find the normal siamese on the inside of the cat flap and the masssive ginger one on the outside and a really confused and livid goose stuck halfway in and out of the cat flap.
To this day I've got no idea how the insane little fecker had managed not only to get hold of a goose, but somehow get it over an 7 foot fence, drag it down the garden and then shove its head in through the cat flap and then enlist the help of the other cat, or what it thought it would do with it once it got it in.
( , Fri 1 Feb 2013, 10:20, 7 replies)
You cat's ginger tom and Siamese halves
could split into two distinct entities, which could then team up to take down a goose?
What are your superpowers?
( , Fri 1 Feb 2013, 11:38, closed)
could split into two distinct entities, which could then team up to take down a goose?
What are your superpowers?
( , Fri 1 Feb 2013, 11:38, closed)
Swap goose for rabbit.
One of my old cats, huge bruiser of a thing, had a thing for hunting rabbits. This was OK when our house backed onto acres of farmland and forest. Not so OK when the land behind was sold for residential development. Pet rabbits are somewhat fatter than wild rabbits. The image of him walking up the middle of the road, car behind him beeping, and him doing a 'Spike' ( Tom & Jerry ) walk with a rabbit in his jaws will stay with me. He could only just keep the rabbits back feet off the ground.
Sod always killed them if I tried to save the pets, but never the wild ones.
( , Fri 1 Feb 2013, 13:01, closed)
One of my old cats, huge bruiser of a thing, had a thing for hunting rabbits. This was OK when our house backed onto acres of farmland and forest. Not so OK when the land behind was sold for residential development. Pet rabbits are somewhat fatter than wild rabbits. The image of him walking up the middle of the road, car behind him beeping, and him doing a 'Spike' ( Tom & Jerry ) walk with a rabbit in his jaws will stay with me. He could only just keep the rabbits back feet off the ground.
Sod always killed them if I tried to save the pets, but never the wild ones.
( , Fri 1 Feb 2013, 13:01, closed)
Its amazing how much weight they can lift with their face
I dread to think what the equivalent weight would be for a person. Probably about 10 stone.
( , Fri 1 Feb 2013, 13:21, closed)
I dread to think what the equivalent weight would be for a person. Probably about 10 stone.
( , Fri 1 Feb 2013, 13:21, closed)
Did yours attack dogs too?
The Ginger Bruiser delighted in taunting dogs. When faced with a barking, slobbering face full of teeth and dog breath, he'd claw them, jump on them, bite them then extend the rear claws and do the kill rake whilst biting.
He lived to 18 and the only fight he lost was with a car when he was six. Hard bastard hopped home with a smashed leg. I went all panicky, he went and ate.
I still miss him.
( , Fri 1 Feb 2013, 15:04, closed)
The Ginger Bruiser delighted in taunting dogs. When faced with a barking, slobbering face full of teeth and dog breath, he'd claw them, jump on them, bite them then extend the rear claws and do the kill rake whilst biting.
He lived to 18 and the only fight he lost was with a car when he was six. Hard bastard hopped home with a smashed leg. I went all panicky, he went and ate.
I still miss him.
( , Fri 1 Feb 2013, 15:04, closed)
Fraid so
He used to regularly lose fights with Squirrels though. We had to take him to the vets to get infected squirrel bites (usually on his head) treated about once a year. I think they were just brighter than him.
( , Fri 1 Feb 2013, 16:44, closed)
He used to regularly lose fights with Squirrels though. We had to take him to the vets to get infected squirrel bites (usually on his head) treated about once a year. I think they were just brighter than him.
( , Fri 1 Feb 2013, 16:44, closed)
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