Pet StoriesWhen one of my cats was younger and a lot fatter, he came bowling in from the garden with an almighty crash. Looking slightly stunned, he'd arrived into the kitchen having ripped the cat flap from the door and was still wearing it as a cat-tutu. Did I mention he was quite fat?
In honour of Jake, a well loved cat, who died on Wednesday, tell us your pet stories and cheer us up.
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chthonic, Fri 8 Jun 2007, 9:15)
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I LOVE PUSSYthere, that got your attention didn't it you dirty lot?
When I was a wee nipper, around the age of 3, I used to take great delight in tormenting our ginger and white cat, Sammy.
Now, Sammy was ace, and would spend hours curled up on my lap in later years, in fact, he lasted until I was sixteen, but he didn't have it easy with Unstabledantoddler!
I used to race him to his bowl in a morning, and if I won, well, I ate his food. He was a cat, to be fair, he should have been able to outpace a crawling toddler!
Sometimes, if I wasn't hungry, I would get to his bowl, and bat it between my hands across the floor, causing him to do a funky kind of bobbing head dance to try and eat.
The finest moment of cat tortury though, was my 4th christmas, when I covertly placed Sammy in the fridge, on the shelf underneath the foil covered xmas turkey.
He went apeshit trying to get it/trying to escape.
Unstablemum damn near shit herself when she went in the fridge and chilled moggy came hurtling out past her face.
Oh how I laughed, and got bollocked.
Sammy knew it was all in jest though, and we had many great times together over the years, and I miss him even now.
RIP Sammycat!
(, Fri 8 Jun 2007, 9:49, Reply)
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