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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PascalWhen my cat Pascal was on his last paws, my mother took him to the vet.
The vet said she was very sorry, but Pascal needed to be put down.
"OK" said my mum.
But the vet said "Well I'll leave the two of you alone for a bit" and left the room.
My mum stared at the cat, and the cat stared back at her. So my mum held its paw for ten minutes and said "you're a nice cat".
Then poked her head round the door and said "Um, thank you, I think we're ready".
:-(
Edit: Pascal once bit my nose because he believed it was a sausage.
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browser still relating boring anecdotes into a void on, Fri 8 Jun 2007, 18:26,
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