Pet Stories
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)
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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I've currently got two cats, a white kitten called Charlie and an old tabby called Carmen.
Carmen is about 15 years old and, until last year, lived quite happily with her old mate Scatty.
When Scatty passed away suddenly last year (and carmen spent 3 days sitting in the garden calling for her) we had decided against getting a new cat. However, a kind samaritan changed all that and gave us Charlie as a surprise.
Charlie is great fun and loves more than anything to chase Carmen round the house. As a result, Carmen hates Charlie unless he is sleeping.
Anyway, back to the point of the story. After we'd had the kitten a couple of weeks, I'd occasionally come home to find him stuck in the front room howling (and shitting all over the place). Now we'd close the door to it in the morning (me and Mr's Evilm have a nice new velvet sofa that we didn't want spoiled) so I couldn't figure out how he was getting in there.
One day I'd taken the day off work and was sitting on the sofa watching tv. I became aware of the sound of a cat hissing and figured that Charlie was once again trying to jump on Carmens head.
Lots of chasing and fighting sounds were coming from the hallway and then a different sound. It sounded like someone was rattling the door to the front room.
I looked over and, sure enough, carmen had stuck her paw under the door and was rattling it. A couple of seconds of this and, with a click, the door opened. She pushed through, then snaking along the wall, hid behind the sofa.
Charlie followed, all kitten enthusiasm, bounding into the middle of the room and looking around for his playmate.
Carmen hid behind the sofa till the kitten became distracted by a speck of dust on the floor. whilst he 'killed' it, she crept quietly out of the room.
Charlie saw her leave and he bounded over to the door. He just looked up at the great big hunk of wood and just howled.
Clever Carmen.
Poor Charlie.
( , Fri 8 Jun 2007, 18:44, Reply)
I've currently got two cats, a white kitten called Charlie and an old tabby called Carmen.
Carmen is about 15 years old and, until last year, lived quite happily with her old mate Scatty.
When Scatty passed away suddenly last year (and carmen spent 3 days sitting in the garden calling for her) we had decided against getting a new cat. However, a kind samaritan changed all that and gave us Charlie as a surprise.
Charlie is great fun and loves more than anything to chase Carmen round the house. As a result, Carmen hates Charlie unless he is sleeping.
Anyway, back to the point of the story. After we'd had the kitten a couple of weeks, I'd occasionally come home to find him stuck in the front room howling (and shitting all over the place). Now we'd close the door to it in the morning (me and Mr's Evilm have a nice new velvet sofa that we didn't want spoiled) so I couldn't figure out how he was getting in there.
One day I'd taken the day off work and was sitting on the sofa watching tv. I became aware of the sound of a cat hissing and figured that Charlie was once again trying to jump on Carmens head.
Lots of chasing and fighting sounds were coming from the hallway and then a different sound. It sounded like someone was rattling the door to the front room.
I looked over and, sure enough, carmen had stuck her paw under the door and was rattling it. A couple of seconds of this and, with a click, the door opened. She pushed through, then snaking along the wall, hid behind the sofa.
Charlie followed, all kitten enthusiasm, bounding into the middle of the room and looking around for his playmate.
Carmen hid behind the sofa till the kitten became distracted by a speck of dust on the floor. whilst he 'killed' it, she crept quietly out of the room.
Charlie saw her leave and he bounded over to the door. He just looked up at the great big hunk of wood and just howled.
Clever Carmen.
Poor Charlie.
( , Fri 8 Jun 2007, 18:44, Reply)
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