So far we have had a few cats in the family and our own ones after moving out...
Jasper, Minnie, Yoda, Monty, Bo, 2 X Poppy, Buffy, Charlie, Tigger, Pip, Muffin, Gizmo, and others....

One of the others being Templeton. Named after "The Face" in the A-team as he was so cute. Never came home with a wad of cash, ferarri and a girl on his arm though.

Unfortunately as we were due to move back into student accomodation we had to give him up. We took him to a farm just outside Lancaster which had a cattery.

He was sat on my lap in the car on the way up there. We had to stop at one point as a farmer was moving cattle down the road to another field. It was summer and we had the windows down, as the cows went either side of the car one of them stuck its nose through the window. Templeton freaked and literally shat himself and then tried to escape but only managed to claw my hands to pieces. I was a bit of a mess.

When we got to the farm the farmers wife was in hysterics as her dad had just been taken ill so the farmer showed me where I could clean myself up, poured half a bottle of dettol on my cuts and sent us packing.

We were upset that we didn't get to goodbye to our cat. Oh and I was a bit miffed about the seemingly unfeasible amount of shit that can be stored up by tiny animals.
(garfi3ld, Thu 26 Feb 2004, 9:08, Reply)