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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SandySandy was a ginger kitten who came into my life one white December and wormed his way into my heart.
He used to play fetch with marbles down the cellar steps and used to get up out of my bed in the night to play on his own. Every night he slept in the crook of my knees, under the covers in cold weather and on top when it was warmer.
Every morning there was a dead mouse on the back door step but when my grandfather came for his two weeks stay there were two mice.
Sandy would let me dress him up, wear him like a living fur collar and let me carry him like a baby.
He died 40 years ago but I remember him better than any other cat or man in my life.
(, Fri 8 Jun 2007, 16:29, Reply)
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