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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When I was younger, my family came into possession of a rather dim-witted cat. One day ants tried to build a nest in our box of cat food, so we put it out on the back porch.
Few minutes later, along comes the cat and it sees the box. Of course - since it's cat food and all - there's a picture of a cat on it. The cat stops, looks at it... puffs up, growls... tiptoes closer and hisses. It took about five minutes for it to creep up close enough to bump its whiskers on the box, at which point it jumped a foot and then wandered off looking rather sheepish.
Another cat we had was a large gnarly tom that had been through hurricane Iniki. He was pretty mean and aggressive but had THE most pitiful meow. Cat fights were hilarious because he would let out a squeaky little "mew" while the other cat gave its most threatening growl. Hence the name "Fifi."
Fifi used to catch lizards all the time and bring them into the house, so one day my mom took the lizard away from him, doused it in Tabasco sauce, and let him have it. After some sneezing, panting, and a crapload of drinking he disappeared, only to return with another lizard which he dropped at my mother's feet.
He went missing a year later, we always joked he ran away to live in Mexico. Probably just got eaten by a wild dog. :'(
( , Sat 9 Jun 2007, 1:31, Reply)
When I was younger, my family came into possession of a rather dim-witted cat. One day ants tried to build a nest in our box of cat food, so we put it out on the back porch.
Few minutes later, along comes the cat and it sees the box. Of course - since it's cat food and all - there's a picture of a cat on it. The cat stops, looks at it... puffs up, growls... tiptoes closer and hisses. It took about five minutes for it to creep up close enough to bump its whiskers on the box, at which point it jumped a foot and then wandered off looking rather sheepish.
Another cat we had was a large gnarly tom that had been through hurricane Iniki. He was pretty mean and aggressive but had THE most pitiful meow. Cat fights were hilarious because he would let out a squeaky little "mew" while the other cat gave its most threatening growl. Hence the name "Fifi."
Fifi used to catch lizards all the time and bring them into the house, so one day my mom took the lizard away from him, doused it in Tabasco sauce, and let him have it. After some sneezing, panting, and a crapload of drinking he disappeared, only to return with another lizard which he dropped at my mother's feet.
He went missing a year later, we always joked he ran away to live in Mexico. Probably just got eaten by a wild dog. :'(
( , Sat 9 Jun 2007, 1:31, Reply)
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