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 used to have two cats. They were brothers, but couldn't have been more different. Max was the athletic one, bringing back gifts of mice and birds on a regular basis. His brother, Golly, (black cat + un p.c. previous owners) was plain lazy. His only catches in 13 years? A builder's sandwich and bacon rind from the bird table.
(N.B. Golly too had a run in the with the cat-flap and wore it tutu style. Fat cats, eh? What can ya say!)
( , Fri 8 Jun 2007, 19:21, Reply)
I used to have two cats. They were brothers, but couldn't have been more different. Max was the athletic one, bringing back gifts of mice and birds on a regular basis. His brother, Golly, (black cat + un p.c. previous owners) was plain lazy. His only catches in 13 years? A builder's sandwich and bacon rind from the bird table.
(N.B. Golly too had a run in the with the cat-flap and wore it tutu style. Fat cats, eh? What can ya say!)
( , Fri 8 Jun 2007, 19:21, Reply)
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