My pet Peeves, the cat.
Peeves the cat was my best friend, I'd bought him shortly after my daughter was born, and he quickly became a much-loved member of the family.

He stuck by me through thick and thin, and, when my marriage fell apart, he was my closest companion for a very long time.
He would pad about on my lap, and purr softly while I stroked his chin. Peeves loved to play with just about anything, from his clockwork mouse to his catnip filled fish-on-a-string.

I loved that cat, I was so upset when he was accidentally killed by one of my goats that I cried for months.

Of course, this is 100% bollocks, I hate cats with a passion, and my pet peeve is people who talk about and act as though their cats are human.

It's a ball of fur and bones for fucks sake, get over it! It's only with you for affection and food, the rest of the time it's out hunting birds with it's mates.
As I've said before, I would love to eat cat.
( Bert Monkeysex is waiting for the mods to delete him, Fri 2 May 2008, 11:43, Reply)