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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ShebaWhen I was growing up, our family dog was "Sheba" who was a lovely tempered soft-as-shit Springer Spaniel who loved people and children and never bit or growled at anyone in her life (awww).
Being a Springer Spaniel she had certain gundog tendencies, she would point at butterflies and would occasionally catch birds, hold them for a bit in her soft mouth and then release them unharmed (awww).
One summer day, Becky, my 8 year old cousin ran up to me on the patio and said "Help, Sheba has caught a pigeon!" I explained that she shouldn't worry, and to prove it I whistled and Sheba trotted up the garden with the pigeon in her mouth and stood in front of us looking very pleased with herself. "Now watch this Becky....DROP!" I commanded. Sheba chomped down on the pigeon, shook her head violently side-to-side and ripped the pigeon to shreds in a storm of blood and feathers. I never knew there was so much blood in a pigeon.
Becky stopped crying about 2 hours later.
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Colonel Dracula Two manky hookers and a racist dwarf, Fri 8 Jun 2007, 17:07,
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