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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Lottie the Christmas ChainsawAh yes, Lottie. She loved my brother. She never scratched him, but anyone else had better keep a sewing kit on hand. Oddly, my Dad loved teasing her. He'd often get scratched, but laughed it off as he waited for the bleeding to stop.
One Christmas, my Mom invited a friend and her family over. So we had much booze and food planned. Unfortunately, Mom's friend brought her husband over. Who is absolutely the most unpleasant and disgusting person I've ever met. Which makes this all the sweeter...
My Dad was feeding the cats. Evil Guy picks up Lottie. She growls and spits at him. My Dad puts food on the floor. Lottie growls some more. Evil Guy sticks out his tongue at Lottie. She sees her moment, and lays his tongue open side to side with four claws. He screams like a little girl, showering the floor in blood, and drops Lottie. She lands, and goes off to have her food.
Eventually, he manages to get the bleeding to stop, but can't eat or anything. His day is ruined. We're the happiest people ever that day. And I swear Lottie looked smug for the rest of the week, as we fed her snacks and stuff.
(, Sat 9 Jun 2007, 10:32, Reply)
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