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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Flatulence in my faceThe Hubby's dog (Gent) had a habit of waiting till I was a prime target for one of his arse burps. Wee critter liked to catch me off guard by giving me big kisses and then snuggling up to the side of me to unleash one of his bad boys. He would even make special trips to my room just to crack one out and then leave. Never farted in front of his other Daddy, oh no, he got the cuddles and heart felt kisses. Even when we took him to the doggy doctor not three weeks ago for the very last time he even managed to fart right in my mush as I gave him my last goodbye.
(, Fri 8 Jun 2007, 16:37, Reply)
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