Pet Stories
When 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.
( , Fri 8 Jun 2007, 9:15)
When 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.
( , Fri 8 Jun 2007, 9:15)
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whiskers
Our old cat was pretty useless, as far as felines go.
He was fat, deaf, lazy and a bit of a pussy (har), unlike to his mum, who was smart, agile and generally a bit of a devil.
Both cats liked to sit around the table near the hob whenever anything was cooking, and the smart cat managed to nab a cooking stake on more than one occasion. The thick cat only ever managed to burn his whiskers, which resulted in him being even more dazed than usual for the next few weeks.
We still loved him though.
( , Fri 8 Jun 2007, 10:05, Reply)
Our old cat was pretty useless, as far as felines go.
He was fat, deaf, lazy and a bit of a pussy (har), unlike to his mum, who was smart, agile and generally a bit of a devil.
Both cats liked to sit around the table near the hob whenever anything was cooking, and the smart cat managed to nab a cooking stake on more than one occasion. The thick cat only ever managed to burn his whiskers, which resulted in him being even more dazed than usual for the next few weeks.
We still loved him though.
( , Fri 8 Jun 2007, 10:05, Reply)
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