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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Sweetcorn the perpetually confusedMyself and the ex were given a kitten. No idea why, her Mum bought the thing for us. Then again, loopiness always did run in that family. Like attracts like, so they say. Anyway, back to this kitten. The cutest little black ball of fluff you ever did see. I called it Sweetcorn after it went and put its head in a cup of chicken and sweetcorn soup, and got it stuck. Poor thing looked very confused. However, the confusion for the poor little mite didn't stop there. I woke up to find the little blighter firmly clamped to my nipple, trying like buggery to get some milk out of me. Silly thing. Mind you, it doesn't end there. I calmly detached her, and then attached her to my ex's nipple instead. It seemed appropriate somehow.
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jim_bob can herd cats., Fri 8 Jun 2007, 22:58,
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