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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Friends of friends of my parentsYes, it's one of those ones...had a rabbit. But not just any rabbit, a psychotic mental rabbit. Every day he would be let out of his hutch in the garage, run round the garden really quickly and then hit his head on the closed kitchen door. This he would repeat for hours on end until he got too tired, was carried back to his hutch and went to sleep ready for another days worth of running and head smacking. Odd, Eh?
So one day my parents friends go over to dinner with their friends and during the course of the meal, the two men are chatting, at which point the host says, Ooh, come and look at this, I've got something to show you, and takes him to the garage where he has been growing his very own marijuana...leafless marijuana.
I have been informed that the rabbit has just come out of rehab, fully reformed.
(, Sun 10 Jun 2007, 12:29, Reply)
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