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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Just for youA couple of years ago myself and some work colleagues went out for a drink or two one Friday night. This of course resulted in many, many drinks and we all ended up at a party. One of my lovely colleagues, Sean, (the poor unfortunate IT manager) had been unsuccessfully trying to leave all night as he had promised his wife he’d be directly home after work. By pub closing he was in an alcoholic stupor and we started to wind him up about his every more increasingly annoyed wife at home. What could he do to make it up to the Mrs.?
Someone at this party had some kittens living in a shed at the back of the garden and it seemed like the best idea in the world to bring one of the kittens home to the wife (she loved animals) and he would be right back in the good books when she saw the fluffy ickle kitty.
Well drunk and all as they were the managed to catch one of the kittens and Sean struggled home with the poor kitten wrapped in his jacket and trying to escape. He was covered in scratches but the excess of alcohol and the euphoria of the genius plot had convinced him that it was all worth it.
When he got in the wife was in bed so he just dumped the cat in the sitting room and stumbled to bed. In the morning he woke up with an awful headache and no recollection of his genius cat giving idea. He grovelled and snivelled to his wife and blamed the rest of the office and promised to make it up to her that night.
The wife gets up and goes downstairs to put the kettle on. As she opens the door she screams. The cat (which as it turned out was an entirely wild child completely unused to humans) and gone mental being tapped in a strange house and had TRASHED the place. It had pissed on the couch, ripped the curtains and scratched and clawed its way through cupboards and the contents, knocked over plants and ornaments and the place was ruined. As soon as she opened the door the cat flew out past her and out an open window never to be seen again. But the smell remained.
I felt sorry for him really – she gave him such a bollocking that he was still shaking on Monday and was NEVER allowed out with us again.
(, Fri 8 Jun 2007, 13:37, Reply)
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