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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PatchworkMy mate Steph has a border collie that his mum got at christmas time. A gorgeous thing that was bought from the one of the local farms. When it was a pup it had an annoying habit of slipping his lead an legging it, this usually resulted in me and Steph running like two arthritic walruses after a cheetah. Damn that dog can run.
One morning right on cue dog slips his lead and legs it. Only thing is Steph is getting ready to go to work in the local hospital. So he wakes his mum up and tells her what's happened and heads of to work. A few hours go by and his mum hears the dog scraping at the door and goes to let it in. She opens the door and there's Holly with a huge shit-eating grin and the remains of a well chewed rabbit.
After letting the dog in and starting to clean up the 'gift' his mum realises that this is in fact the neighbour's boy's pet bunny.
I a moment of halucinatory genius Steph's mum decided rather than come clean she would clean up the bunny carcass and stitch the woulds closed. She then sneaks into the neighbour's back yard and puts the floppy corpse back into the hutch.
About 2 weeks go by and my mate runs into the neighbour in the local supermarket and they start chatting.
'Did you hear my boy's bunny died?' asked the neighbour, Steph feigning ignorance replies that he hadn't heard and asked how the lad was doing. 'Well, he would've been fine if someone hadn't dug it up and stuck it back in it's hutch.'
Length? Considerabley shorter post mortem.
(, Sat 9 Jun 2007, 18:12, Reply)
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