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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Double the troubleI aquired my 2 cats some years ago while under the influence of alcohol. I only wanted 1 cat but there was two left of the litter and the women who had them had called the mother, (a black cat, Nigger). I felt that I should save them both from this obviously racist women. They are named Gilbert and George. Anyone of an artistic bent will know who I am speaking off. They even resemble the artists, although they dont share the artists love of everything homoerotic.(Who can tell though, they were neutered.
What can I say. They kill birds, they shed hair and Gilbert throws up a lot. My bed is full of hair, cat dribble and gravel. They would rather wait till someone opens the front door for them than use the cat flap on the back door. After 9 years I still have to point to the food in the bowl before they eat it. They cant stand each other and sleep in the most dangerous places for me to trip up.
I've got another 4 or 5 years of this silliness and then I'm getting a tortoise.
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girlinthehole, Fri 8 Jun 2007, 10:43,
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