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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Goose!When my brother was a baby/small toddler, my parents had a Guard Goose for him (it used to just be a random goose that lived on the farm next door, but it sort of adopted my family and ended up living in our garage). It liked my brother and looked after him, so that if he was playing outdoors and fell over or something, it would make a loud fuss, my mum would hear, and then she could pick my brother up and comfort him.
Unfortunately, Goosey was a bit too effective in the end; he'd guard my bro, but to the point of trying to stop even my parents going near him. They had to get rid of him eventually, when he started attacking them as soon as they stepped out of the house.
(, Fri 8 Jun 2007, 13:31, Reply)
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