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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BorisBoris was a bengal cat I had and I will never forget the classic Boris moments.
1) My mum picking him up and hugging him where he promptly let out a long, squeaky fart. 'PHRRRRRRRRRRRRP!'
2) Before he was castrated he used to not only try to shag his sister but also my mum, whilst reading the newspaper realised in horror he was having a go at her leg as well.
3) Pissing up pretty much anything he didn't like the look of even after having his nuts off. The wall, the blinds, the breadbin (making the ryvita pretty much uneatable), the VHS recorder and the microwave being just a few.
4) Ganging up on his sister Bonnie who we still have, with one of our other cats Mr Spike. She'd come trotting down the garden and all of a sudden they'd come flying at her from both sides. No wonder she never came in much.
Boris was sadly run over at the age of 6 this year and me and my mum were utterly heartbroken. He was a loud, fat, lazy get but he really kicked ass and Spike still misses him today. He just can't beat the crap out of Bonnie on his own.
Apologies for length but Boris was the man/cat.
(, Sat 9 Jun 2007, 0:56, Reply)
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