I once knew a cat called Lenin. It got diarrhea so they renamed it Trotsky. Tell us the name of your pet - but only if you've got an amusing or interesting reason for it. Tiddles need not apply.
(, Wed 25 Feb 2004, 13:33)
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My mother tells a story about a cat named Midnight she had growing up. A neighbor called to say he'd been hit by a car.
They went down to get the corpse, and it was gone. A few days later my grandfather found it in their garage, hiding behind a wheelbarrow. The vet said it was a goner, but my grandmother nursed it back to life feeding it eggs through an eye dropper. It's face was permenantly squashed, though, so Midnight became Pancake.
(, Wed 25 Feb 2004, 21:30, Reply)
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