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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Pushkinis a very smart Russian Blue. He went through a period where he was getting up very early in the mornings, yowling and jumping on me to wake me up. He got a lecture about this and soon came to understand that weekend days were for sleeping in. He understood this and stopped rowdy bodily contact on weekend mornings (how he knew what day it was I'll never know).
Early one Saturday morning I was asleep on my back with my mouth wide open. Unbeknownst to me a big spider was sliding down a thread of web, heading straight for my gaping gob.
Knowing this wasn't good, and knowing he wasn't allowed to yell or jump on me to alert me, he quietly stood on his hind legs and bashed the bedhead with his paws until I woke up.
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HairyCanary as Ann B. Davis as Alice, Fri 8 Jun 2007, 16:37,
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