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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EulogyWhen the cat died, I promised to bury it. I promised and promised. For a time, I drove around town with a dead cat in the back of my car, and thought to myself: "Not to stress too much about this, but eventually I'm going to have to bury this cat, or I'm going to suffer even more stress. But no time! So I'll bury it when I can!"
When burial day came, a local homeless man of my acquaintance happened upon me and helped me dig a hole. The homeless guy was in a lot of pain as he dug away. He had been in a fistfight with several other homeless guys the night before, fighting mostly against former friends. He had bruises on his head, his face, his ribs, and his hand was badly swollen, perhaps even broken.
The homeless guy put the poor silent cat in the hole, stepped into the hole and tamped the cat down with his foot, looked down at the cat, shook his head, and said "Shit Happens".
I was aghast - what a horrible eulogy! Even a bad animal deserved better! But at least I understood where he was coming from. (I want this fellow to preside over my funeral)......
(, Sun 10 Jun 2007, 10:04, Reply)
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