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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Fish and spackys don't mixWhen I was 4, my brother won some goldfish in a plastic bag of water (as you did back then) at the fair. He brought them home where upon they lived in a glass mixing bowl on a shelf in the dining room.
Now being a rather un-girly and very gruesome 4 year old (I pulled worms apart, liked spiders, skewered slugs with sticks and put them on the bonfire to hear them pop and played cricket poorly with my brothers), I decided I wanted to know more about fish. Specifically what would happen if I took them out of the bowl. I was stood there with this little fish in my hand when my mum walked past, so the fish was very quickly returned to the bowl where it floated about on its side, mouth opening and closing rapidly. Seeing me stood on a chair and a near dead fish, my mum wanted to know what I'd done.
I then had to explain to my brother when he got home from school why I'd killed his beloved fish.
Length? Well the fish thought it too short.
(, Fri 8 Jun 2007, 13:03, Reply)
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