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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Oliver the Burmese...Oliver was a Burmese cat but, in spite of the snip, was as butch as they come - always fighting and was eventually was sent to live with a pensioner near a farm as he was "marking territory" by spraying the skirting boards. Nice. Great smell.
Anyhoo, one Sunday night the family were all slumped in front of the idiot's lantern (telly) when there was a weird clattering of the cat flap. It sounded like the cat flap was being removed by smashing against it with a distinctly non-cat object.
Dad opens the curtains to see Oliver heroically trying to enter house with a full size Sunday joint (uncooked, large).
Dad swiftly opens door, removes joint from seriously narked cat and dumps it in the bin before anyone notices.
Second tale - as previously mentioned, Oliver was a cat's cat. He was a bit of a bully really and terrorised the neighbourhood. For some unknown reason, Mrs Binty McBint, three doors down, buys a ginger kitten. All very cute.
"ding dong" - open door. Mrs McBint holding bloody ginger kitten in hands, just about breathing.
"Your cat did this."
"oh, I'm so sorry.."
"Not only did your cat do this, he came in my house, chased kitten into my bedroom and then beat the hell out of it."
"...ah."
This is why he was sent away - top cat but just the wrong side of wild for suburbia.
Pop!
(, Fri 8 Jun 2007, 11:37, Reply)
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