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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The old adage about council flats proved incorrectIt was my sisters sixth birthday and she got a kitten from my parents. She was over the crescent moon. I was sent to bed for being a naughty boy so missed seeing the action but I did hear it. What I heard was the following
My sister:'Wheee! Whee!
The Kitten:'miAAAwww! miAAAwww!'
For a couple of minutes this continued. Then I heard my mother
'What the hell are you doing?!' SMACK!
Tears and crying from my sister as she runs into our room and dives underneath the bed covers.
turns out that in her eagerness to play with her new pet my beloved sister had got a coathanger, tucked the hook into the kittens collar and proceeded to SWING the petrified moggy around the room, 'Because I thought she would like it'.
Which just goes to show that in Hackney council flats -regardless of what the residents say- there is enough room to swing a cat.
It has been not so scientifically proven by my family.
(, Fri 8 Jun 2007, 11:47, Reply)
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