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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Mighty Mouse
When i was 8 i got a mouse, appropriately nicknames "Mighty". My little brother and sister, 3 & 4, used to love it and play with it, but everytime i even touched it, it would bear its teeth and bite me, the little bastard.
Anyway, fast forward a few weeks, and the mouse dies of an ear infection or something. (Its head was red with sores and seeping).
Cue me finding its limp body in the middle of the cage, and shouting my brother and sister down to see it.
Me: "Tom, Nikki, come down! The mouse is ill!
Bro: Whats wrong with it (poking it)
Sis: It's dead look at it.
Bro: How did it die?
Me: Well it bit me again, so i fucking hit it with a spade. (bear in mind the sores on its head made it look like a wound)
Cue mass tears and hysterics from my siblings, my mum rushing in to see them both wailing, me with a mischevious smile and a dead mouse with what appears to be a headwound.
Needless to say i got absolutely twatted for it.
( , Fri 8 Jun 2007, 11:45, Reply)
When i was 8 i got a mouse, appropriately nicknames "Mighty". My little brother and sister, 3 & 4, used to love it and play with it, but everytime i even touched it, it would bear its teeth and bite me, the little bastard.
Anyway, fast forward a few weeks, and the mouse dies of an ear infection or something. (Its head was red with sores and seeping).
Cue me finding its limp body in the middle of the cage, and shouting my brother and sister down to see it.
Me: "Tom, Nikki, come down! The mouse is ill!
Bro: Whats wrong with it (poking it)
Sis: It's dead look at it.
Bro: How did it die?
Me: Well it bit me again, so i fucking hit it with a spade. (bear in mind the sores on its head made it look like a wound)
Cue mass tears and hysterics from my siblings, my mum rushing in to see them both wailing, me with a mischevious smile and a dead mouse with what appears to be a headwound.
Needless to say i got absolutely twatted for it.
( , Fri 8 Jun 2007, 11:45, Reply)
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