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 bask of ZorroMy cat Monster is a proper toff. He sits around the house wearing my smoking cap. Thus...
And thusly...
But Monster is no ordinary dapper housecat with refined tastes in headwear. He also has a secret identity, because when he goes out into the garden he becomes "El Guapo del Muerte" - the silent and pouncing scourge of fallen leaves and long pieces of grass everywhere. It is traditional in our house, whenever he walks into a room, to cry, "Eees El Guapo come to save us!" in a dreadful Mexican peasant accent*. El Guapo's skills don't just run to saving villagers from violent banditos, mind you**. Here he is giving me a hand with a book manuscript I'm supposed to be reviewing...
What a guy.
*well, traditional in the sense that I do it all the time whilst Mrs Olembe glares at me
**albeit violent banditos which, to the untrained eye, might look a lot like fallen leaves. And pieces of grass.
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Olembe Refuses to write in this space, Fri 8 Jun 2007, 13:45,
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