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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my catwas an undersized runt-of-the-litter, so to survive kittenhood it'd become vicious in ways that only an SS officer could understand.
the arbitrary nature of the violence this cat could dish out was almost as shocking as the violence itself - our postman had to cut short his round to get his hand bandaged, so bad was the damage he received for tickling said cat's ears. she also put a healthy young and strong border collie to flight by flying at its head, claws out.
she'd wander off for weeks at a time, come back fatter than she left after living off the land at the abandoned clay pits. once she came back somewhat later than normal, limping badly - she'd chewed off part of her foot to escape a trap.
i've never encountered an animal quite as hard since - the trap incident softened her a bit and she never left our street again. most of the neighbours cats did within a few weeks though - they knew when they were beaten.
(, Fri 8 Jun 2007, 10:03, Reply)
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