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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Patch and the MoominSome of you may be aware that my mum has a strange disability which means that instead of talking she makes moomin noises, which is a real pity for me, as I was terrified of them as a child. (I was scared of moomins, not mums.)
Anyway, New Years Eve, a couple of years ago.
I got in first, let Patch out for a wee, then put him in my brothers room, while I went off for some sleep.
I was awoken at 3.30am by Ma Jugular, screaming in moomin. I eventually decipher that Patch has gone.
This was, of course, after reliving my worse childhood nightmare, moomins chasing me out of bed.
Anyway, family Jugular is freaking out because Patch is missing, someone has kidnapped him, and it's all my fault for being too drunk to look after him.
The weird thing being that I wasn't that drunk. I'd only had about three that night, and I distinctly remembered fetching him in after his midnight pee.
So I put my detective hat on, and go outside.
All the bins have been knocked over.
My brother's bedroom window is open
The bins are below my brothers window.
I go into the garden and call Patch, out he comes, happy as larry.
The little bugger had only gone and jumped out of my brothers (second storey) bedroom window, used the bins as a landing pad and gone for a midnight stroll.
I can honestly tell you that's there's nothing more frightening than a giant moomin screaming that someone has stolen your dog in the middle of the night.
Trust me on that one
(, Fri 8 Jun 2007, 19:09, Reply)
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