
When 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.
( , Fri 8 Jun 2007, 9:15)
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has two cats. The younger one, Harry, is a bit thick. One day, the water board said that the supply was due to be cut off. My sister filled the bathtub so they wouldn't run out.
Shortly afterwards, she witnessed a commotion in the bathroom. Harry had come running up the stairs, right into the bathroom and jumped straight into the bath, not realising it was brim full of water. He then panicked and ran round the whole house, leaving a trail of wetness everywhere.
The thing is, she'd never seen him jump into the bath before!
Can't be bothered with a length joke today, but I could make one about a dripping pussy.
( , Fri 8 Jun 2007, 16:38, Reply)
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