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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i live on a boatA dutch barge to be exact, with my wife and george the cat (kitten technically - hes 8 months old and still acts like one even tho his paws/ tail are bigger than they were.)
I digress.
To this date, george has fallen overboard into the river brent four times. Im sure you have always assumed that a cats balance is one of the finest tuned things in nature. George has yet to realise this.
Bless the little thing when he comes in through the catflap in the wheelhouse, as my wife myself and our guests are taking tea, soaked to the skin and shivering - a doleful look on his fwuffy (wet) face. You'd almost think he enjoys being wrapped up and dried in microwave heated towels and tickled and cooed at.
He has also been plucked from the top of the rudder, which if you are familiar with the luxemotor design of dutch barges, means a substantial overhang to be negotiated by the would-be rescuer.
I held on to my wife's ankles as she dangled head first over the cold March waters, enabling her to grab the little scrotes collar and lob him deftly back onto the deck.
And on the subject of collars, he has a tag which says 'i am chipped' on it. Meaning that local imbeciles greet George's cheerful towpath prrps with calls of 'hello chippy!' come here chippy'
quite.
(, Fri 8 Jun 2007, 14:28, Reply)
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